It's been a while part two...

Things are finally settling down after the move.  My daughter and I closed on the house on June 28th and it has been non stop since!  Below are images of the home and while most of the 1st floor is done we still have painting to do in the foyer and stairwell.  I've also started work on the basement as you can see below.  A quick wall deciding my work room from the game room.   At the same time I required a small studio at 333 Midland which is about 8 minutes away.  Will be doing my painting work there.  It's good to be back in Detroit and its even better to be actively producing art again.

Living room

Puppies corner.

Dinging room turned library

Kitchen nook

Kitchen

Workroom in progress

And the studio:

"Rahahaha...men....

A tribute to the flying spaghetti monster in all of his glory!

Multi media on canvas painted in oils.

My Blue Jean Jacket

Between 2006 and 2010 at the end of every modeling shoot I would ask the model if she wanted to participate in this project called "My Blue Jean Jacket".  Most said yes, my only rule was that they were the ones to select what they wore under my jacket.  I have 24 models from 6 different countries in what eventually became a book.  Below is a link to Amazon.com where the book can be purchased and below that is an image from each of the photo shoots. 

Purchase the book here:
https://www.amazon.com/Blue-Jean-Jacket-Karl-Denton/dp/055731867X/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1470763923&sr=8-6&keywords=My+Blue+Jean+Jacket

And selected images in no particular order: 

A lost soul

Feeling lost and alone,
hiding in the darkness when the light is on,
remembering the soft touch of skin,
the feeling of being loved within,
it's gone!

Feeling lost and alone,
wandering alone with no help,
feeling the days slip past,
wondering about the last.

Feeling lost and alone,
spending days and nights
working in my studio,
wondering why!

Feeling lost and alone!

She is a ghost

She is a ghost that haunts me to this day,
she was the one who gave my life away,
I spend time in a thought delusion,
wondering if my life has become an illusion.

She is the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart,
life's surprises never reveal,
the plans for allowing you to heal.

She is a ghost who haunts me to this day,
the one whose inspiration invites me to play,
she tastes like the summer sun,
making love our bodies become one.

She's the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart...

The way you taste

I miss the way you taste!

The way you miss my voice, my words,

I miss the way you smile,

The way you miss my hair,

I miss the way you feel under my fingers,

The way you miss my eyes.

We are two of the same person, the way we desire, crave each other,

I miss the way you taste the morning after,

I miss the goose bumps rise and fall!

I miss the way you taste!

My visitor to Studio 3

It had been a long week of grueling long days and nights in the city heat.  The only studio in the building with an air conditioner and it had had enough. Three days ago it just stopped and left me working in my third floor studio in 98-degree heat and humidity to match.  Sleeping during the day when possible, working late at night to get projects done, the heat was unbearable.  Especially now, why this time in my life I kept thinking.  The loneliness was bad enough and now to have to be alone in this god forsaken heat…

My first encounter with her was months ago, a friend whom I enjoyed being near, being close enough to her to smell her scent, hey visit home was a good thing for me, we talked often on line and I offered my studio to her while she was back in the States.  She had just accepted a position teaching English in France and would be there for the next two years, God anything could happen in that time and I needed her in my life even if at the simplest level.  When she showed up to work in Studio 3, her scent filled the room almost immediately, every bit of her filled my senses, I could taste her, smell her, it was drenching me.  I knew, I knew that if I let on that I had such an attraction to her I would be the one embarrassed, turned down again, God it was hard.  Sitting on the same sofa as she was close enough to touch her, get a sense of how she felt by watching the goose bumps rise, watching the tiny hairs stand erect.  My thoughts were going out of control and I could barely keep my composure on many occasions.

Then the moment when the entire world stopped, she spoke first about it, asking if I thought it would be cool to photograph her, in her French lingerie.  Big swallow to keep back the sheer excitement of see here in such a manor, after all not only was I taken with her mind, her ability to travel, but this exquisite woman had just asked if I could photograph her in French lingerie.  Mustering up the courage to speak, I said sure, I would love and be honored to photograph you. The shoot was scheduled for late evening, in a fellow artists studio given the period furniture and surroundings. Seeing her walk down the loft stairs for the first time, my hands began to tremble while holding onto my camera equipment… keep your composure I kept thinking, your daughter and her boyfriend are in the same room!

What I discovered during that shoot, changed me, watching her eyes stare back into mine I kept thinking she is clearly just making love to the camera, her chest heaving up and down, her very quiet sounds of pleasure from being photographed, she was surly just making love to the camera.  Then on one occasion I had to help her move to a different position, taking her hand in mine I realized that her hands were hot, they were not warm from the lights, they were hot!  After that I started looking at her in an entirely different way, my eyes were now looking straight back at hers, hers were looking at mine, in some cases we went through 40 or 50 photographs and our eyes never looked away.  Nor did I want them to.

She was in my studio for three weeks and we talked, had a second photo shoot, we talked about many, many things, I discovered that my attraction for this amazing woman was gaining in intensity.  I had to control myself because I had no idea what she felt, if anything.  On the day of her return to France, I was distracted from how sad and empty it had left me by driving, photographing, contemplating the previous three weeks.  The overwhelming desire to just hear her voice once more was too much, I had to call and say good bye once more.  I ask that she let me know when she got home, he new home. 

We shared a connection that today I cannot explain, those three weeks changed me, I was no longer content living the lie that my life had become.  She saved me in more way then will ever be know to her, or anyone.

Seeing a desperate email about her new living conditions, I tired the unthinkable, I called her in France.  My heart was pounding as her cell phone rang and then she picked up. There it was her voice, upset, in a panic, desperate for human contact, and I was it.  We have spoken nearly every day since her return, she calling for moral support, me calling for the same. To give each other the thing we both needed, unconditional love and mutual admiration for the other.  The conversations grew in length, sometimes even calling each other 3 or 4 times a day talking for hours at a time, about nothing, about everything. We were able to see each other via skype, and it gave us both the sense of closeness. It was a wonderful time, it was the very best of time.

Though in this god awful heat I was desperate to hold her, feel her skin against mine, we both knew that desire was intensifying in the other and we talked often about the desire we had in our hearts to be as one.  We were desperate to embrace, make love, be together.

That was the last several months we had become inseparable in that we could sense the other, feel the others presence and often would be playing the same songs, reading the same materials and making the same physical gestures, never having a clue that the other was doing the same until we talked about our days events.  We came to believe that we were with the other despite the distance, despite the time.

Friday, I had been working in the studio all week and was exhausted from the heat, hungry and needed a shower and at least a few hours of air-conditioning, at least a few.  Friday, need a really good drink as well; it had been a long week.  I showered, and then walked to one of the local eateries.  The air was cool, the food a welcomed sight. I spent a couple of hours enjoying my meal two imported beers and the excitement of the happenings in the bar.  Though she was never far from the main point of my thought, she was always there.

On return to the studio something seemed a bit odd, there was a second set of shoes where I normally sat mine down.  My initial thought was that my studio mate had a photo shoot and it was his guest’s shoes.  I quick text message revealed that he had not scheduled anyone.  Then there it was, I heard a sound coming from the loft, sounded like a delicate giggle.  “Who is up there” I asked in a voice that demanded a reply.  There was none, I hear the sound of someone moving, seemed like someone moving on the bed in my loft.  Struggling to process what I had been hearing the realization that I had given her a key to Studio 3 just after her return to France hit me, could it be true, could this be her?  My heart pounding like it never had in it’s life I ran toward the narrow stair case that lead up to the loft.  The sound becoming louder the closer I came to reaching the loft.

The light in studio 3 was lit now entirely from the lights of Detroit, and as my eyes looked up toward the bed I saw you standing there, tears running down your face, smiling from ear to ear showing me those dimples of yours. You were standing in front of me, completely nude, the light dripping off your body like the paint in one of the old masters paintings.  You standing there hot from the days heat, filled with deep breaths, and your fingers seemingly moving at the excitement of seeing me reach the realization you and I were in the same room.  I could not help but rip my own cloths off the anticipation of putting my arms around you and holding you tight to my chest was over whelming, I began to shake just a bit as I walked toward you, holding out my hands in an effort to close the gap between us faster. 

The moment of contact both of our bodies quiver, I see that you are pleased to see me; you see that I am pleased to see you. For the first few precious moments we do nothing but study the face of the other while giving each other gentle strokes with our hands.  Then our thoughts turn toward every conversation we have had in the last several months and at that time our eyes locked on the others, our faces move closer, and in one powerful moment our mouths open to the others.  Our lips tasting the others, our tongues locked in and endless playful exploration of the others. We had just made our first and very real contact with the other.  In a moment of shock we pulled away, looked at each other and resumed our kiss, this time moving more slowly, feeling our body temperatures rise, feeling the flood of passion reaching every body part, we were about to explode and there was no stopping it.

In a gentle move I guided you over to the bed and helped you lay down on your back, all the while never once breaking our kiss, once laying on the bead, we gently broke our kiss but never letting our faces go far from the others incase the overwhelming desire came over us to restart our kiss further ensuring the both of us that it was real.  The first time we lay naked together, both of us nervous of the others reactions to various things, we spoke about want to do so much for the other and yet we never once considered the possibility that we would get nervous.  A few smiles back and forth, a few musical notes in the form of moans, or a change in pitch in breathing we took to feeling every bit of the other, never speaking a word, only using the music of our moans tell us what direction to go.

You laying on your back me on my side so that I can run my fingers over the entirety of your body, as if it was the reward for months of the torture they had suffered on being able to feel the flat cold display during our skype calls.  My hand trembling as it moved to your face, feeling your nose, running my fingers gently over your lips as you kiss them mid stride.  Using my index finger to feel the your chin, your neck.  The look of pleasure in face begging me to feel the entirety of your body, begin me to move slowing so you could drink up every bit of this new pleasure.  My hands nor extremely hot from the passion building within me you raise your eyebrows at the notion my hands are not touching you and yet you feel the intensity of the heat emanating from them.  No one word spoken yet, just moans of pleasure, the sound of our deep breathes was the only sound in studio 3.  

My hand hovers over your left breast and as I hold it very still I can see the reaction in your body as your nipples become fully erect.  Sheer anticipation of my next move triggers those wonderful nipples to rise as if they were trying to reach my hand, as if they were trying to close the gap between them and my fingers.  I slowly oblige and lower my hand taking as much of your small but perfect breast in my hand, hold on for a moment letting the space between the palm of my hand and your breast disappear allowing me to feel your nipple pressing into my hand, as it fills even further with blood.  On releasing your breast even you are surprised at how engorged your nipple had become increasing the sensitivity beyond what you had been used to.
Taking advantage of this I circle your areola with my index finger, every now and then your eyes beg me to take you nipple in my fingers and squeeze.  The first time I do I can feel your nipple pulse because of the amount of blood being pushed into it, filling it beyond any other moment in your life.  Closing my first and second finger tighter and tighter you moan in both pleasure and the small amount of pain you experience because your nipples are so full.

My hand now moves down to feel you stomach running my fingers across it the small hairs rise as if they are following the path of my finger, your sensations are now at a peak and as I use one finger to trace “I love you” on your stomach the hairs rise and fall spelling out the words. The more my fingers explore you the wetter you become until you scent once again fills studio 3, this time in the loft, thick in the air, filling every pore on my body with the scent of you. Then with out warning and with out losing eye contact, my fingers move in one graceful motion to feel the warmth and throbbing between your legs.  The fluids being released by your body allow me to insert my 1st and middle finger into you with ease and as I do you arch your back and moan with pleasure.  I pull out and you relax your body  only to feel me touching and tugging on your lips, feeling the hood of your clit, a few gentle squeezes bring more pleasure to your body.  Your eyes motion for me to drink as much of you as I can, and I dare not disappoint my Queen.  I move you over on to your stomach, raise your ass in the air and again feel you with my fingers, probing as much of you as I can, then in one swift move you have me on my back and it is your turn to explore me, never allowing me to penetrate you your eyes want it but this first time we need to learn as much about each other bodies as we can so I relinquish control over to you as you discover my body the same way I had yours.  Your fascination with my piercings is even more apparent now that you hold my pines in your hands, fully erect, throbbing, you explore in a playful manor, you look at them, then at you, then at them twisting and turn them.  Then without warning you lower your face over me and take me into your mouth, your tongue traces the shape of my head, you give me small little kisses the length of my shaft, you play with my piercings using your tongue and lips, all the while my fingers continue to pleasure you.

As we continue our experience we notice that the light had changed from the night-lights of Detroit to the sunrise.  We had spent our first night doing nothing but exploring, tasting and getting to know the others body as much as we could.  You tired from your trip and both exhausted from the heat, we fall asleep in a tight embrace…

Feeling you inside me

As we sit on my bed, your breasts pushing up against my back, I can feel your heartbeat pounding.  My hands running over your skin as they run from your knees to your beautiful hips, my hands trembling at the touch of you.

I feel you inside me.

I feel your heart pounding next to mine!

My hands reaching behind you feeling those hips of yours, wanting more but enjoying what they have.  Your skin getting tighter as they run along the surface of your body, feeling the reaction that you can no longer control.  We are locked in a position of restricted movement, but an entirely beautiful position to be in, your body pressed tightly against mine, your beautiful breasts pressed hard into my back.

Your heart pounding next to mine I can feel you inside me.

Your breath a warm flush against my neck as you kiss me, the cool air blowing through the window gives a hint of the pending fall weather, your nipples pressing even deeper into me.

Our bodies are entwined  as one in our contorted effort to explore each other.

I dare not change or move for fear of disturbing the dream of you inside me, our hearts now beating as one.  The heat from our bodies now causing steam to rise from the seam that once separated us but now seals us.  Your hands wrapped around my chest, your fingers moving to feel my piercings as mine give you a gentile massage.

I can feel the excitement in you as we sit in a contorted embrace while I feel you inside me.

You kissing... the touch of your lips on my neck and back, feeling you pressing tight up against me, your nipples erect from both excitement and the chill in the air.  We sit in this embrace never once speaking.

Just closed eyes as we explore the concept of you inside me!

Standing in the window in studio 3

I climbed up on top of the old radiator and into the window sill of one of the windows at Studio 3 while talking on the phone with you, I some how figured it made us closer thinking we were both some how connected to the sky, the stars then each other.  We got around the frustration of dropped calls… hate the phone on a train thing, just hate it.  Regardless we got through it, one spoke the other listened, interrupted only on occasion because of someone walking past while you were standing in the narrow hallway.

Your words fill my mind, your sounds fill my heart, and you fill my every desire as we speak.  We talked about your day and then some more intimate and very satisfying things. Those little things we like to do to each other, whenever we meet again.

Standing in the window of Studio 3 I watch as people walk into the DIA unsuspecting of the conversation unfolding just 3 stories above their heads, with your deep breaths you reveal to me your desire, your feelings, your passion. “I want you” is blurted out, “I want you too” is my response.  Here it is six hours after that call ended and I still want you, still feel the passion and desire in me to take you.  It never subsides for me.  It just builds until we have the next conversation, the next time I hear I want you.  I want you, three very powerful words when two people are standing in front of each other and can act on them, even more powerful words when two people are thousands of miles apart, “I want you”!  I feel me inside you, I feel you inside me, I feel every stroke we make and from the look on your eyebrows so do you,  

I want you… three very powerful words standing nude in front of each other, even more powerful thousands of miles apart.

We tell each other “those words”; I love you, three very powerful words to be sure.  I never say them lightly, I don’t offer those words to very many people, certainly not the way my life has gone anyway, some throw them around as casually as a “hello” or “nice to see you”, I don’t, I say them only to people I do love, three powerful words.  I want you, I love you, is there a difference?  I guess it would be only minimal, given whom we are and that we are the same.  I want to make love to you in every possible way; I want you in every possible way.  Not sure… but I want you, I have wanted you for sometime.  We have an open and very much needed intimate relationship for two people who both fight the enemy “loneliness”.  But I want more of you, I want all of you, I want to be able to say to you “I want you” right here and now and you able to respond right here and now.  I want you to know that I want you, I desire you and I need to feel you in so many ways, for so many lengths of time. 

I want you… 
I love you…

Lying naked in Studio 3

The heat, the thrill of starting new projects,
I am lying here naked in studio 3 trying to fall asleep...

After an hour or two I finally realized it's the fact,
you are the last thing I think of at night,
the first thing I think of in the morning...

Laying here naked in studio 3 thoughts rush through my mind,

What would it be like if...

I could run my finger tips over your body,
feel the goose bumps as they rise in the heat,
feel that small bead of sweat,
roll under my finger tips till it had no choice,
but to follow the laws of gravity,
and trickle down the side of you exposing,
the curvature of your body,

What would it be like if...

I tasted every spot on you,
I inhaled you,
I explored those beautifully delicate ears you have,
then explored every place else.

What would it be like if...

The heat consumed us and we fell fast asleep
in the the same dream, in each others arms...

Morning comes and the same "first" thoughts of you are
the first thing on my mind,

Will you:

Have a beautiful day,
be treated kindly,
feel loved,
feel needed,
be content.

They are the same always and every morning,
they are the same always and every night...

lying here naked in studio 3,
the dark the loneliness,
the inspiration,
makes my mind wander,
but when I find my self lying here naked,
the most vulnerable a man can be,
facing an artists worst enemy, loneliness,
my mind always goes back to...

What would it be like if...

Body heat

The heat, God the intense heat!  Will it ever subside, will it ever cool off?  I had no idea just how hot it was until we met, that first night standing naked in the window hoping for a breeze to blow though, even a whisper of a breeze would be welcomed.

Standing there my arm around your waist, my chest pushing up against your back, the softness of your breasts brushing my arm bringing a new sensation every-time we moved ever so slightly.  We stood rocking from side to side watching as the crowed went about there lives 3 stories below us, never once suspecting we were there in an embrace so tight we became one.

As I brushed your long hair over to one side it allowed me to see those delicate ears I speak about, allowed me to gently caress the nape of your neck with my lips, the sweet taste of you as we stood in the heat.  My arm wrapped around your waist your arm on top of mine, your fingers exploring every inch of mine.  Slowly touching each knuckle, my finger tips.  My right arm dropped to feel the length of your waist, hip and leg... the soft texture of your skin in the heat, boiling under my finger tips.

We stand there swaying slowly from side to side, watching the night sky as the stars slowly drift though.  A gentile kiss on the side of your neck, my lips exploring your ear, while I whisper "I am here, standing right behind you" a playful tug on your earlobe produces that smile of yours, those dreamy eyes lift up enough to meet mine but then just as quickly drift back to the nights wandering sky.

Standing there slowly swaying from side to side, embraced so tight that the sweat from our bodies forms an immovable suction and we are locked in that position, neither of us mind and we continue some very soft explorations of the other, small areas on can reach without breaking the embrace, without breaking the rhythm of our movement.

My right hand moves to rest on your belly and a small but gentile gesture on my part brings a smile to your face again.  You now exploring my face with your lips, my left ear, my neck, we sway to the rhythm of us, we move according to that rhythm and we breathe each other in with deep breaths, filling our lungs completely.  We sway from side to side never moving but exploring every bit we can without breaking that embrace.

The night comes to an end with the sound of a phone beeping in my ear, my battery was dying and the connection was about to be lost, we were standing there swaying from side to side and I had never left my studio, you were thousands of miles away, we were connected because it was the only way it could be, you were standing in your studio looking out over the nights sky and I was in mine looking out over a bustling city.  Both of us standing there swaying alone, but as one, exploring the other as though we were together.

Whispering in your ear "I am hear with you, I am always with you", you whispering back "I know I feel you here everyday, I see you when my eyes are closed, I feel you when I sleep".  The breathing, the motion, the scent, the taste was all consuming, it was life saving for the both of us.

After the connection was lost I walked over to the sink and grabbed a towel because despite having the air conditioner on full blast I had left a small pool of sweat on the studio floor, glancing up in the small mirror above the sink I noticed several small lips stick marks on my neck.  I could feel you with me, smell your scent in the air.  I could still feel the two of us swaying from side to side in that tight embrace

Never wanting to let go, never getting enough.