This set was shot on a blanket that my dear friend knit for me. I don't know how many hours she spent working on it but it's one of my dearest possessions. Wrapping myself up in it is like wrapping myself up in a physical manifestation of her love as expressed through her time, which I know is very valuable to her.I love it for this set because it added not only a wavy texture that calls to mind many things visually for me (it is at times undulating walls of flame, at times muscle and blood, and creates the indentations on the skin in the final frames). The act of knitting itself brings additional weight. Knitting is creating something from nothing, creating knots that weave together into something functional and/or beautiful (both, in this case).
Love exists in many forms beyond the purely sexual and I find myself learning new ways every day. I am lucky to receive many kinds of love from many people in my life and it is all I can hope that I can share that with others in whatever ways I can.
I must confess that I have a fetishistic appreciation of fleeting compression scars caused by clinging elastic waistbands, garter belts, bra-clasps and the like. These intrusive and aggressive objects are notable for the marks that remain when they have been removed; marks that disappear eventually like lighter fluid evaporating from the surface of a stainless steel ruler. Thank you so much for sharing the delicious spectacle of your goose-pimpled skin striated and criss-crossed by the mere weight and contact of your recumbent, naked lower torso on the knitted blanket. The combination of your patterned, pale rump, notched back and exuberant personal fur is a rare treat for me; it makes me wonder how long the first selection of transient furrows took to disappear before the next set became fully established. Physical sensation is ephemeral yet these images have captured that temporary state so that I can indulge myself in its preservation as often as is necessary.