“ The yearning, so human, so superhuman, of man to attainto God, has always been a deep inscrutable mystery to me.
I loved my body and did not want it to perish ; I loved my soul and did not want it to decay.
A weak soul does not have the endurance to resist the flesh for very long. It grows heavy, becomes Flesh itself, and the contest ends. But among responsible men, men who keep their eyes riveted day and night upon the Supreme Duty, the conflict between flesh and spirit breaks out mercilessly and may last until death.
My principal anguish and the source of all my joys and sorrows from my youth onward has been the incessant, merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh.
Nikos Kazantzakis The Last Temptation Of Christ
This self-questioning and this soundtrack were mine when I was in my early twenties. The 21st Century and Internet anonymously allow me to express visually things that would be kept deep inside otherwise. I sometimes feel grateful for this technology, and think about all the lonely and more subtle people who lived before me, they could have found some relief and confidence in this way of expression.
(and imagine all the kinky/deviant artworks these people would have created ; )