Number four goes for Eros. Like in the Neptune artwork, here the original portrait photography is by GianOrso. I really wanted Eros to be black and white but as usual I couldn’t stick to a specific idea for more than a month. So even though in January black and white looked cool, in February all I could see was gold, gold, gold. And I am not a “gold” person, so it’s very strange.
But actually, it all started with the bee. Then someone commented on the draft project saying the photo was disgusting because that guy was sniffing his armpit. I am usually thick skinned and I appreciate irony but I didn’t know the person, so I deleted the comment and just seconds after I pressed delete I had an Eureka moment. It went something like this: sweat > armpit > pheromone > bee. Too bad I forgot the username of that nerd, I feel the urge to send him a big fat thankyouverymuch.
Anyway, this is about love. The sticky kind (think honey). The kind of love that you know it turns you into an idiot but you can’t fight it. I always thought the “lovefool” problem appears when people try to rationalize the feeling. While actually they should be busy experiencing it. When people rationalize it, it begins to look like an illness. And I am almost sure if love didn’t have that romantic aura from all those love poems we inherited, most psychologists today would consider it a mental disease. I suppose they secretly do but are too ashamed to share it openly. Nevermind.