Art

Prostitutes & Art

Prostitutes & Art

The French poet Charles Baudelaire once declared: “What is art? Prostitution.” Throughout history, artists have used prostitutes as models and muses for their artwork. While this long practice has in the past been an ignored fact, some artists choose to imply or even outright declare who the subject of their work is. From Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec’s colourful pastels to Egon Schiele’s erotically charged sketches, here is a pick of the eight most famous artworks featuring prostitutes.

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Why Cassandra?

Why Cassandra?

As a child, I was an avid reader and devoured children’s books with retellings of ancient myths.

Cassandra’s character stood out: unlike other females, she wasn’t meek and obedient, waiting to be rescued. She had the courage to speak out, and this rebelliousness appealed to me.

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High Priestess

High Priestess

The High Priestess embraces the Divine Feminine – connection to your intuition, compassion, empathy, and inner wisdom. Through her you have the opportunity to access the deep knowledge about duality of nature: masculine and feminine, darkness and light.

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New theatre performance – The Sun

New theatre performance – The Sun

A large, bright sun shines in the sky, representing the source of life on Earth, but it’s scorching rays are also burning everything on its path from dawn to dusk. The sun wakes up at sunrise and illuminates the sand dunes and at sunset lights up with a bright red fire to go out for good until the cycle repeats again…

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The power of red

The power of red

I grew up surrounded by the world of art and books about theatre and ballet. I remember from my early age my Grandmother, a lady of aristocratic origin, introduced me to the wonderful world of art. We were poring over her collection of art books on many different... Read more
Wings

Wings

You put your evening dress off, Looking at the wall. And I see fresh scars on your back, On your smooth like a violet back. I want to cry with pain Or forget myself into sleep, Where are your wings, I liked so? Where are your wings, what I liked so? Where are your... Read more