Sunday, October 24, 2010

World of Art and Fashion Closing

"Please be advised that World of Art & Fashion will be officially closing down at the end of this month (11/1). RL is making it hard for me to pay for the tier and the lack of donations and not being able to find a reliable event manager does not help. So it is with great sorrow that I will close down the fruit of my hard work. I did everything I could possibly think of maintain this gallery and make sure artists are being recognized but not help does not make it easy."

Having received that annoucement I am lamenting the closure of yet another wonderful SL Gallery. Nicci Winsmore announced this yesterday to her group and will be closing her outstanding gallery, World of Art and Fashion. I have enjoyed working with Nicci and had the honor of displaying some of my work on her walls.


Whatever may be said I know she can hold her head up high. She was uncompromising with her standards. Nicci presented intelligent and intriguing concepts from an array of artists and never compromised her standards to feed the bottom line. I have seen so called erotic “art” fly off the walls. Most of the BDSM art that sells so well is simply crap that rarely evokes an intelligent essay of an idea

When I see galleries succeeding that are selling things that I know were simply ripped off from the Internet or simply Eastern European porn it is discouraging. We need more Nicci Winsmore's. Good luck to Nicci and thank you.

World of Art & Fashion

Friday, October 22, 2010

Palais et Palais

I was thrilled to be asked to show my efforts at the Palais de Roissy, for two reasons.

The Palais de Roissy was without equal, the Queen of builds in Second Life. It could have been none other than a labor of love. I loved to visit, even when there was nothing going on. The memorials to those in Roissy who had died in the other life, some of whom I knew, always gave me pause, to think of how their lives had touched others before they logged off one last time.

Having some small idea of what it took to conceptualize the original, with its hidden rooms and secret walls, I spent a long time sending my camera through floors, walls and ceilings. I spied out furnished rooms with no obvious egress. Building is not my forte and perhaps that is why I appreciate building (and anything else requiring style and skill). Simply marvelous.

The second reason was that I always considered my SL pictures frivolous, tongue in cheek. Fun. Narcissism of the highest order. But not art. So when Elizabeth persisted, after several opportunities to involve others instead, I had to consider that to at least one other, what I was doing had some merit.

Then, within two days of taking my show down, the Palais de Roissy was no more. Gone without a trace. Like water poured on hot sand. Like Virtual Starry Night, the interactive van Gogh museum, my second favorite place in SL. Just a memory for those of us that knew them, question mark for those who hear about such places from those who did. As I muse about the realities of our virtual existence, I recall Woody Allen's line: "And I wonder if memories are something we have, or something we have lost?"

But all is not lost.

Like the cherry blossoms returning in the spring, like the phoenix rising from the ashes, another Palais has arise, le Nouveau Palais. More compact than the original, but again built by Miss Deusen Marx, surely one of the most gifted architects in Second Life, it is still magnificent.

Built with the same rich wood textures throughout, there is still a spacious dance floor and a stage, suitable for masques, balls, poetry slams and orgies like the original. An alcove to either side of the stage offers both room for intimate art exhibits and stairs to the loges. The upper floors on either side offer larger display areas.

Schedules being what they are in SL, I cannot say the same artists' work will be displayed by the time you read this, but on 23rd June, 2010, this is what you will find there, main floor first, in alphabetical order.

Rob Barber offers an intriguing mix of images, at once modern in subject yet primitive. It should be noted that "primitive" is a recognized style, and does not mean lacking sophistication. Barber's colors and subjects echo van Gogh, perhaps not surprising as he too is Dutch.

Love Couple 2007 (for Thalia),Rob Barber/Rob Steenhorst is unusual in two respects. First, while the other images are clearly modern and urban, this shows a nude couple. He is dark-skinned and erect, while she is fair, and stroking his erection. I have a strong sense of deja vu. I believe this is similar to paintings done in the early years of the American Colonies, depicting the natives encountered by the whites. And thirdly, this is the one picture not offered for sale, although it is a copy.

Fuschia Nightfire says, " I am an artist, RL and SL. You can see some of my art on SL by visiting the galleries in my picks." Additionally, two YouTube videos are referenced, but there is no indication whether on not this artist is their creator. Fuschia offers both images and sculptures, flowers and what might be a blending of the two, pictures of sculpted figures. I am not describing then well, I fear.

Easily the most startling and innovative image in the new Palais is "falling daisies by fuschia nightfire." At first it seems a straightforward picture of daisies with a small daisy sculpture on the floor. Then you realize the daisies on and near the floor are parts of the larger image, blossoms tumbling out of the frame and into your life.

On the upper floor there is a little more space because there are no staircases. And Nero Grunstein uses that space very effectively. His theme is bondage and restraint. And, by using a couple of additional walls the viewer is somewhat constrained in their movements. Which accentuates the impact of the images. These are very consistent in lighting and texture and I found myself thinking of MC Escher as I viewed them, although Nero's and Escher's subjects could not be more different.

While the mirror image was a close second, I found "Trifles" the most pleasing. One sees a great deal of bondage art in Second Life but I have seen few I would want to hang on my virtual wall and look at every day. I think I would not bind a girl for an indefinite period and it seems to me having any other picture from this sumptuous collection would make me feel I had. Which is my limitation, not the artist’s.

Carley Noonan lets her images speak for themselves. Drawings rather than photographs, they are starkly different from Nero's. Where his are restrained, hers flow freely, the women have their hands free, to explore and expose their vaginas, to hold a penis to their lips. Bondage and restraint are present, but are not the central theme.

The most startling image is also the most disturbing. "Ready for Service" shows a clothed woman in a fetal position and one wonders if she is to serve or be served. Additionally, below the picture are scrawled the words "Slut," "Whore" and "Cum Bag." And now one wonders if her position is in repose or recoil at having been called such?

All in all, a nicely varied assortment of images, and if this appears in print, I hope it is before those offerings are taken down. Or, if not, you had a chance to enjoy them as I did. In either case, and exhibit or not, there will be something to see.

The Queen is gone, and it benefits none to cry about it now. The Queen is gone, but her daughter lives and will carry on quite nicely. She is not her mother but soon the present generation will have known only her. As has been said countless times,

"The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen!"

Elbereth Exonar

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Kika's Curse

Kika's Curse

a Greek Myth

by Elbereth Exonar

Prologue

Long ago, the world was different. It was an idyllic place, before men shackled Time, slicing it into weeks and hours, when each day and night was a delightful search for food, drink and pleasure.

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Once upon a time, on the slopes of Mount Olympus, there lived a young satyr, Leimakika, daughter of the satyr King, Silinus and the meadow nymph Leimakid. Now as you know, satyrs were never plentiful and female satyrs even less so. Yet she lived.

Lovely as her mother, lusty and powerful as her father, she was never without a willing and eager companion - until she beheld the youth, Narcissus. As he gazed at his reflection, she fell instantly in love. She danced her most seductive dance, but Narcissus, aware of nothing but his own beauty, ignored her. She called out to him. No reply. And truly, Narcissus has his own story, so we will not trouble him further here.

As she danced, hoping to attract the youth, Kika (for so she called herself) was observed by a most comely young man. He approached, and spoke to her but, besotted with Narcissus, she rebuffed him. Unfortunately, the comely young man was none other than Zeus, in another guise, who took great umbrage at her rejection.

So he cursed her.

His curse was simply this: she would be attracted to all creatures as before, but only one in ten would desire her in return. And, no matter how much stimulation she might receive, from herself or others, it would never be enough to satisfy her until she had thrice willingly taken Zeus into her body. Now of course you and I know this, but she did not. All she knew was a terrible, sweet longing that left her constantly breathless. And being not without pity, Zeus allowed that when she danced, her desire would ebb. But only so long as she danced.

And so it was that she danced and desired day and night. She encountered nymphs and elves, sprites and fairies, as well as a human or three. And to her dismay, most rebuffed her, even those who had sought her favors not long before...

Kika discovered that sprites were easiest to entice, though they quickly tired and flew away. Fairies were more substantial and more fun, but still all her efforts at achieving the shuddering satisfaction she had once enjoyed were elusive as a sprite.

Day followed night and night followed day and still she desired, hovering on the brink like a hummingbird, only to have her release flit away. So Kika did not know how long it had been, only that orgasm was becoming a distant memory.

One day she found a fairy that did not flee, and they were enjoying themselves quite nicely when a faun came along and pulled the fairy off Kika. Kika leapt up to protest but he was determined. Although smaller than she, he was nevertheless powerful and with one blow to her jaw, knocked Kika unconscious. She crumbled and he left her, turning once again to the fairy.

But Zeus was not the only one on Olympus with power and vision. Hera watched her husband as he knocked Kika senseless after assuming the form of a faun and in that instant determined to intervene. Hera made Kika sleep, while at the same time casting a glamour over her so the young satyr was invisible to all, then assumed Kika's form.

Zeus began using the fairy for his own pleasure, but as Kika had discovered, they reach their climax quickly and go on to other things. Panting, still full with desire, the faun remembered Kika. He lay on his back, eyes closed, manhood still stiff, wondered if he might take her before she regained her senses - and at that moment, she mounted him. Closing her own eyes as his shaft filled her, as he began to thrust, she began to moan.

Hera / Kika rode the faun, rode the faun for hours, laughing to herself all the while to best her husband in such a delightful manner. She alternately pinning his arms and let him stroke her back or tug the chain dangling from her nipples. She turned her back and rode him that way until the faun's body erupted and she felt him grow limp.

They lay together on the cool grass as night closed in, and she took him again when his manhood slowly came back to its full glory. So in this way Hera satisfied two parts of the curse while Kika slept, mercifully free of yearning for a time.

Kika awoke to find the morning well advanced and set about finding food. Returning to the pool in her cave, she let the water sluice over her body and began to feel the returning yearning. Rubbing a sore spot on her jaw, she stepped out of the pool and it was then she heard the giggling.

Entering her bedchamber she found two sprites cavorting on her sleeping furs. As they pleasured each other, Kika crawled nearer, beginning to feel wetness from within. She ached with desire, all the while knowing they might flee. She lightly stroked the green leg, slowly searching for the heat like her own. Her moans mingled with the moans and gasps the green one was bringing forth from her partner and all too soon it was over. They paid little attention to her as they sat, catching their breath and said not a word as they flew away.

Kika lay there, continuing to moan as her fingers began the dance of love, all the while knowing it might end in frustration. She cried out in surprise as rough hands rolled her to her belly, cried out in shock as a hard shaft spread her nether lips and cried out inn pleasure as he began to thrust.

Such delicious, lingering torture! After the flighty sprites and impatient fairies his deep, measured thrusts and quick, penetrating jabs soon had her moaning in earnest. As he turned her around and pushed her to her knees, she realized this was the young man who had asked for her favors some time ago, but as she took him in her mouth she cared only for the fact he had already stayed with her longer than the sprites. Her desire knew no bounds and she loved him with her mouth and made no protest when he laid her down and began tonguing her sex.

She writhed and moaned and made no protest when he stood and thrust himself into her once more. She flexed her hips, meeting each thrust with one of her own. His fingers pulled her tail, and invaded her backside. She cried out in frustration, wanting the pleasure to continue and needing release so very badly.

All at once a tidal wave of pleasure swept over the dam that had held her on edge for so long, bursting it asunder and she wondered for a moment how many hands he had before surrendering to the shuddering ecstasy.

Smiling, she opened her eyes and saw no one there. She could feel the thrusts still, was still thrusting herself onto him but the cavern was empty. Slowly she sank to the furs, still trembling, and rolled to her side. As she drifted into a peaceful sleep, she thought she heard a woman's voice in her mind saying "all is well. I am watching over you."

***

Epilogue

Hera smiled as she watched Zeus rutting with yet another plaything, then went back to overseeing all things from Olympus. Let him play, and continue to think he was in charge, for it kept him out of her hair. She took a moment to whisper to the sated satyr, and smiled again as she thought about giving Kika another nap. Soon. Two could play Zeus's game...

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(In early summer 2010 the pictures illustrating this story, some 20 or more, were on display at the Blackthorne Gallery. As we are not permitted to post pictures containing nudity or sexual situations on these pages, your imagination will have to suffice - and might do a better job anyway!)

(c) 2010

Fright Night Photo Contest



1. Contestants must have created the entry after the date of this announcement and own the work that they submit.

2. Photographs will have an aspect ratio of 3:4 or 4:3.

3.  Maximum of two entries per contestant.

4. Entries will be judged by a panel of five judges and prizes awarded by the most outstanding use and presentation of the theme.

5.  Pick up entry form at : Palais Orleans Artist Park.

6. Submit entry forms to madison Arnahan or Ananda Crystal. Once an entry is received you will be shown where to place your submission.

7. Entries must be submitted before October 30th.

8.  Contest Awards will be announced on Halloween.
 
PRIZES

1st Prize:  $3000L  1000 Palais Orleans Gift Certificates
2nd Prize: $2000L     750 Palais Orleans Gift Certificates    
3rd Prize:  $1000L      500 Palais Orleans Gift Certificates

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Alanis Gallery Sensual Images

If you read "Growing up Roissy" in the Palais SL Magazine October issue you would know that Alanis and Palais Orleans had their grand openings on Palais Square in Roissy 2 on the same week.

Of the three galleries that we reported about only one had remained in Roissy, that was Alanis Gallery Sensual Images. Yesterday they proudly announced their new location. More room for more art. And the lovely luscious angels still flutter about.

I visited briefly this morning. Sylvia Fitzpatrick was busy as ever tweaking things. Michiel Seetan was of course in his usual element.  Congrats to both and good luck.




Visit Alanis Gallery Sensual Images here.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Moulin Rouge Revue at the Maison Bleue


The Moulin Rouge Revue will be presenting live the Burlesque show at the Maison Bleue Club at Palais Orleans, Friday, October 15, 2010 at 7pm SLT. The Moulin Rouge has a long and rich history mocking the aristocracy while entertaining them as well.  Burlesque is a kind of bohemian parodist show born from Victorian England and later imported to the United States.  Burlesque makes fun of the world, the habits and the past times of the Nuevo rich in order to entertain the less well-to-do classes.  Through the performance of extravagant numbers sensuality is transformed into comedy and offers a parody of femininity.   We hope you enjoy this fine performance of the Moulin Rouge Revue Dancers.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Toran Babenco - Live Music - Dancing - Art - Contests

Friday October 8, 2010
Starts at 1:00 PM SLT 

Toran Babenco will provide his signature Blues and Jazz.  Dancing. Music. Art.

Join the fun and festivities of an October Festival at  Buscaylet Square Artists Park in Tasogare. Formerly known as Palais Orleans Artist Park.  The square is loosely based on Jackson Square in New Orleans.

Halloween costumes optional but could be fun.

Current Exhibitors:

Brie Pinazzo, Iddgie Magic, Julianna Johnstone, madison Arnahan, Elbereth Exonar, kyra Roxan, Ganso Artis

Noteworthy: Room for couple of more artists. If you would like to exhibit here please contact madison Arnahan.

Ongoing: Fright Night Photography Contest - please enter.


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