CONCEPT

In my personal progress, where body aesthetic has always been decisive, I have never been convinced or content with conventional standards of beauty or any pictorial or written references.
BEAUTY is an attribute exclusive to the beholder and in the beauty of sensuality and desire the only salvation is to yield to the prick. Sentiments and thought are prohibited under threat of being punished by the loss of our erection.
Tumescence becomes God and we submit in passion.The theatre, ballet, fine arts, advertising, fashion and the cinema, areas in which I have lived professionally since of young age, have always tacitly connived with the tyranny of established canons.
ENOUGH! My penis defines my canon in my selection of models; my tumescence decides the best way to represent them. Academic positions, static or moving, tensing muscles in athletic pose or sensitive lightness of movement as in any choreography, whether it is a ballet or a tango, leaves me completely unaffected; they are commonplace compared with the beauty exhibited by the male body in the act of climax.
Deaths arriving in a violent form, muscles out of control as bullets definitively break the monotony of the established and present a destructured “figure” in disarray, BEAUTIFUL. The facial muscles in particular, go from surprise to pain and finally to the realization of what if ultimate, almost a loss, this physical lack of control stamped on the face of a macho male superbly reproduces one of our most authentic moments when we allow it: THE ORGASM