Black Ropes

There is a certain magic with using black ropes in bondage. In a dark room, from any angle, the ropes disappear and the model becomes a contorted animal. The ropes become a minister of shadow. They administer a binding that seems to emanate from everywhere, all at once.

The ego is removed from the rigger. We cannot see the artist’s rope technique, it is irrelevant in this darkness. The lineage and culture are removed. It is no longer a man tying a servile woman; it is no longer Japanese. It becomes exclusively about the posture, the model is not second to any petty application of rope. The model’s architecture is the aesthetic.

What a relief. What a gift….To have darkness as the witness in a scene.