Sinful Sunday Weekly Round-up 542
This weekend…. you know what to do! September 2021 Prompt
This week I am delighted to welcome back E T Costello to the weekly round-up. You can find him on Twitter @ETCostello1
E. T. Costello Top 5 Pics of the Week
Although none of this of course is about me, the way ‘things’ have been has influenced my thinking. For the most part, I’ve been feeling about as sexy as an old glove, but have kept going through holding on to moments of beauty. Beauty has therefore been my guide rather than the solid oof of sex, so these choices represent the five submissions I found most lovely. I hope you will enjoy them, and that they will flash upon your inward eye also.
Missy provides a sculptural view of herself, which is at once soothing and powerful. There’s emotion in colour and the blues within this are quiet and deep. I particularly liked the way the wrinkles and ripples in the canvas gave the whole an underwater feel, as if one were a swimmer, come upon Venus before she rises…
Mrs Jones’ abstraction is equally full of expression and emotion and colour. The colours here are hot and bright. The single thrust of keyhole gives us the glare of shelterless beach, and turns her from a flame of orange to a shadow, a shadow that draws us in to its comfort, cuddling away from the pitiless sun.
Molly is, as always, the hamadryad which one would wish to meet and be ensorcelled by in the lonely wood. This has a lot about it of classical painting, but eases away from the male gaze into the interplay of shapes and fluttering light. One can almost smell the greenwood, and hear the trees. A nature goddess indeed.
Damn. Colour, texture, geometry, light. Kateroo. E40’s composition is startling, memorable, and fine. It would be easy to see her subject as a tiny vulnerable thing set within the mighty weight of the viaduct, but it isn’t that, not at all. ‘Roo’s figure dominates, brings curve and life to the rigid structure, and, in the echoes down the hooped arches, we see the strength of a woman in the prime of her life.
This was my first time with MWL and what a discovery! Not just this perfect shot of water spilling over skin, with its touches of pearl, sunny marble and twinkling stars, but everything else, too. When you read her words, and wander down the timeline of her previous posts you find a clear, unsentimental voice, and courage frankly inspiring. It’s been a particularly shitty time at Castle Costello, and MWL spoke right into that, and showed me grace and beauty as things entirely separate from the mundane brutalities of mucky life. Absolute joy.