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Olinka Lickova – Ice Queen

By Fantasy, Goddesses, Home, Nature au Naturel

Olinka – Ice Queen. Model: Olinka Lickova @na5tyninja


Olinka,
naked beneath the bear skin’s coarse embrace,
a whisper of life on the frozen lake’s glass,
her form etched against the tundra’s pale breath.

The wind howls,
but it cannot reach her;
the ice cracks,
but it does not break.
She stands, a beacon of warmth
in a world that swallows light.

Her gaze, ancient and knowing,
meets the cold with quiet defiance.
It speaks of fires unseen,
embers nestled deep in the heart.
In her eyes,
a promise:
even here,
life endures.

Olinka,
the solace in the struggle,
the warmth within the frozen waste.

Jenni – Berries

By Home, Surrealism and Psychedelia

Ava May Nude On A Boulder (7)

By Home, Nature au Naturel

Ava May Nude on a Boulder. Models: Ava May

Mira Blue Goddess

By Home

Jenn Michelle – Red Boots

By Fetish, Home

Red Boots. Model: Jenn Michelle

Serpent Divan – Kay Ace

By Home, Surrealism and Psychedelia

Serpent Divan – Model: Kay Ace

Kay – Shibari #3

By Home

Elsa and Sasha by a Stream (2)

By Home

Olinka Lickova in Black Magic Forest

By Home

Olinka Lickova in a Black Magic Forest

Origins of Mother Id…

By Home

The first time I heard the word “Id” was in one of my all-time favorite movies, “Forbidden Planet,” where the ancient, long-extinct, inhabitants of the faraway planet (the “Krell”), had developed a massive machine that could physically manifest one’s psychic energy into all kinds of wonderful things. But, when it tapped into that dark, subconscious part of our mind called the Id, the Krell machine manifested super-powerful, uncontrollable, scary monsters. Quite a cool and intriguing concept for my 13-year-old mind!
In addition to introducing me to the concept of the “Id” (and inspiring a lifelong love of science fiction), the movie also fired up another part of my brain–the libido (though I did not learn the word until much later). The barefoot, half-naked, Anne Francis, skinny-dipping in her idyllic garden, sent my young hormones raging. I thought I would have a little fun here and give a one-frame cameo to the lovely Lareina Tay. After all, if Dr. Morbius, alone on the planet for all those years with just his daughter, could manifest a living, breathing, pet tiger for her, is there any doubt that he would manifest some pets of his own?

Discarded Vanity – Stevie

By Home, Surrealism and Psychedelia

Jemstarlight Moon – Sky Portal

By Home

Sky Portal –  Model: Jemstarlight Moon

Alien Hot Rod – Lareina Tay (2)

By Home, Sci Fi

Alien Hot Rod – Model: Lareina Tay

Lethe – Orb

By Goddesses, Home

Jemstar Moon – Dock Dancer in Red (7)

By Home

Psychedelic Flowers – Lenny Langley

By Home, Surrealism and Psychedelia

Queen of the Last Day – Olinka

By Home

Queen of the Last Day – Olinka dressed up with ropes, a red cape, and crown in a bombed-out scene of destruction.

Olinka – Church of the Damned

By Home

Church of the Damned.  Model: Olinka Lickova

Olinka in the Church of the Damned

In the Church of the Damned, where shadows dance,

Olinka stands, exalted, a spectral trance.

Above the dark demons and undead wail,

She rises, a figure in a ghostly veil.

The air, thick with a greenish swampy haze,

Creeps through the crevasses, in a spectral daze.

The rotting basilica, a haunted stage,

Its pilasters crumble in an ancient age.

Olinka’s presence, a beacon in the gloom,

A silhouette against the haunted tomb.

Her eyes, pools of mystery, deep and vast,

Hold the secrets of a forgotten past.

Around her, the undead whisper in despair,

Demons bow in reverence, a macabre affair.

As the swampy mist encircles each decayed stone,

Olinka stands, in majesty, alone.

A symphony of darkness, a spectral ballet,

In the Church of the Damned, where shadows play.

Olinka, a queen in this ethereal domain,

In haunting beauty, she shall forever reign.

Squid Throne – Olinka Lickova…

By Home, Surrealism and Psychedelia

Honestly, I cannot say what the inspiration for this was, or what it is, or what it’s supposed to mean, or even why it should exist. Almost none of my work starts out as a concept, an idea taking form in the realm of words or intended meaning or purpose. This, like so much of my work, just springs forth my subconscious, much like a dream. One of my goals with Mother Id is to practice tapping into the wellspring of creative energy that lies beneath our conscious rational mind. Art does not have to make sense. It just is–like the universe. The only meanings are those we create. When I create some art, it’s usually only after its creation that I contemplate it and find meaning–meaning for myself that is; it might have different meaning for someone else, or no meaning at all. Maybe it serves as a visual metaphor for something and illuminates that something for us in a way that we did not otherwise see. Or maybe it evokes a feeling that we might not otherwise feel. To me, encountering art like this is like getting plopped down in some alien world. And though we may have questions and seek explanations, there are no manuals or teachers to provide answers. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this freaky, what-the-fuck-is-it, image, and I am sorry I cannot provide more insight about what it is and what it means. If I think of something I will let you know.

Primordial Sunset – Violet

By Fantasy, Home, Sci Fi

Primordial Sunset – Model: Violet