Intimate Glipses: Bear Hang
At Keepers Crossing at Cauldron Farm, I hung for MamaBear. I am bundled in my cave now, feeling her sitting on my spine, and I start to look back into the intimacy of exposure, so here I offer this glimpse of me. Walk in if you so choose, as hooks hanced into flesh, uneven and brutal and tenderly applied, knee hooks unused but to dive me out of my comfort. This was my third hook hang, another 4 hooks in my back, but this was different, this was for Her. I went unconcious three times during the hang, three times out and back, and then down on the ground I went deep, went in, went beyond. I can not thank Hellasdottir enough, our own Chuck Norris. In the air the third time she threw a piercing in my forhead for me, or did I? Bowed on the ground I bled all over the pelt, my black bear pelt, gifted and bought, and as I type this a black bear scull is looking down at me, a gift from the furriers who found the pelt for me 2 years after I requested it, a call out of the blue. In and back, out and back, three times out of flesh, all for Her. This is not about pride. This is not about sorrow. This is not about art. This was my dedication, or part of it. I offer this glimpse of me. Thank you MamaBear.
Thank you as well for FenrirBlood, Hellasdottir's boy, for taking these images and gaurding our space that day.Its funny looking back- someone else hung in that 24 period, but like mine was by light, his was by night, and how different can two hangs be? I can still smell his flesh from time to time.
Thank you as well for FenrirBlood, Hellasdottir's boy, for taking these images and gaurding our space that day.Its funny looking back- someone else hung in that 24 period, but like mine was by light, his was by night, and how different can two hangs be? I can still smell his flesh from time to time.