The Men of Endurance Series
Existe una ocasión para ser pragmático e inundar el alma con la belleza que hay a nuestro alrededor.
Y también existe una ocasión en que es el alma la que tiene que inundar la realidad, extrayendo todo aquello que solo reside en nuestro interior, nuestra mente, nuestros sueños... y materializarlo. De forma tangible y visible.
Gracias a la IA, he podido hacer esto mismo con las imágenes de los modelos. El resto del proceso de edición, montaje y escritura ha salido directamente de mis manos.
Disfruta de mis representaciones de estos hombres destinados a existir para siempre en la vida de aquellos que tengan la suerte de encontrarlos.
Una galería que presenta a 13 prototipos de hombre inalcanzable basados en preceptos subjetivos y místicos:
Oceanman
«Once travelled to the Olympian, to that site where you were found, realized that Hasselblad-perfect entities exist.
Thousands of years later, you’re still intact. You’re still up to contemplation, to feeding the eyes of those who ambition the atoms you’re made of and want to intertwine with the longitude and latitude you occupy».
Breezeman
«Once I mastered how to fly and traverse the skies… then and thus I met you. No other way to find you than becoming weightless, for you inhabit dimensions in which you flow without erosion or friction.
Then there’s your tangible side and your inner being. Both are lighter than breathing. Managing your physics is filling and resounding. And going down your mind is fresh and easy. I hope you don’t disperse. I hope you only fill my place».
Rockman
«Once… twice… I tried to penetrate inside of you. Both times, your iron-made sanctuary rendered my tools to pieces. So I understood your carcass was indeed to be enjoyed by itself as it is, and even as your own tool to establish contact with me.
Your hard cover is the channel between you and me. It’s what you use to touch me. It’s what you fuck me with.
Inside… you’re softer, more layered, and can be altered in ways your stone body doesn’t allow».
Matterman
«Once I got to know you deeply, once my hands touched every spot of your body, once my eyes looked at you from the front, from behind, from both sides, and inside. Once I felt the warmth of your skin and the kindness of your being… only then did I gain the wisdom that you are what you want, and you make me be what I want.
If we want to catch on fire… in a blink, the flames will swallow us. If we want to flow like water, may you be the river that floods my riverbed. If we want to evaporate, let’s mix our atoms into steam… and get to gleam… and stream each one into the other».
Blademan
«Once into your atmosphere, subjected to the influence of your climate and the chances of your systems… I know that whatever I do and wherever I go, my fate is in your hands. Every action you take will reach me magnified.
You are amplified in everything you do. If your finger, your tongue, your penis touches me, my entire body will electrify. If you say you love me, I will surrender to you. And no one else on Earth, nor in any corner of the universe, will ever awaken such a feeling.
That is your superpower».
Iceman
«Once I touched you, I was frozen. Right in place. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even take my eyes or my hands off you.
Like a razor blade, I stuck to you. And I felt you pouring into me the certainty that I could never move away from you. With the precision of a laser, you imprinted yourself inside me, and I could never be the same again».
Senseman
«Once I decided to approach thy orbit, like the remnants of a meteorite, and eventually enter into rotation with thee, I knew that thy gravitational pull would grant it.
And not only that—thou wouldst wield thy candor to draw me ever closer, until I began to feel the heat thou emitest, to ride the winds of thy atmosphere… and even to collide with thee and fuse into a single, unyielding form».
Shelterman
«Once I had crossed into thy circle of dominion, the deluge of thine essence did besiege my very precincts. And I found solace, ensconced in safety—inevitable, inviolable, impregnable.
And all this… for thou art a bastion, steadfast and unassailable, bestowing succor and surety. And none would now seek to depart, but rather to dwell within thee, a celestial cocoon».
Beefman
«Once thou hadst ensnared me, when mine frail bodily frame was encompassed within the bastion that are thine arms, I knew I would never yearn nor even fancy the madness of making a gesture to depart… to leave thee… to dream thee…
That tension thou imprintest, that concrete fortitude, that sweat enclosed with the scent of man, and thy heartbeats heard through thee, is the shape of the place wherein I desire to abide».
Mateman
«Once from thy lips thy words have taken flight and into mine ears they have made their way, retreat cannot be made, for thou hast made thy abode within me, both in spirit and in flesh.
And all for that we did align in our sight—thou dost complete my sentences, and I commence thine. I caress thee, and thou declarest ’tis there where thy delights in touches lie. Thou kissest me, and I was pondering how much I yearned to taste thy mouth.
We are mates. I am the hollow where thou art the mound. When we begin, always together we end».
Protoman
«Once life first stirred in the cosmos, it was known to be wrought from thine own essence, thy framework, thine measures both of flesh and spirit. Thou wert the beacon that others did emulate. Thou wert the architecture unto which the Creator Himself did cling throughout His seven days.
There were variations, new creations, diversifications. But nevermore shall the Artisan dare forsake the model thou dost represent».
Finalman
«Once destiny hath fulfilled its course, ambitions and designs are realized, and there remaineth but a final swath of life to be forged in all the worlds… it shall be thee, and thee alone, the last being to be crafted… it shall be thee, and thee alone, the zenith of life’s engineering.
I shall abide with thee to behold the last sunset. And when night descendeth, we shall merge into a singular essence that shall brook no copy».
Omniman
«Once thou hast made thy presence known, thy scents scattered through the aether, thy visage impressed upon all retinas, thy essence filled every chamber and won over all minds, naught remaineth but to breathe. And ’tis thy oxygen that shall grant me life.
Without thee, this is but a void without dimension, without horizon, and devoid of hope. Yet thou art here and thou fill’st all».
Abstrait Design from Madrid
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