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bright and magical, others%u2014apocalyptic, hellish, and very dark. Make no mistake about the substance of humanity: we are enthralled by the darkness within ourselves as much as we are excited by our most positive potential. For me, there is only one subject worthy of spending time on: women! I love women beyond everything. I love their superiority to men, their motherhood, their often unpredictable ways, their smell, their taste, their smile, their anger. I love the Gypsy and the English Rose equally; the whore and the chaste, with no distinction. I regard the female as the guardian, creator, and inspiration for the entire species of humans. I regard men as lesser aides, required by nature, to assist them. I am going to be frank and say for me, there is no finer moment in being alive than that moment where my mouth is engulfed fully by a woman%u2019s vagina, her liquid spilling onto my tongue, her hands gently pressing me firmly against her, as she orgasms against my face. And I don%u2019t infer this as an entirely sexual pleasure. To me, it is much more, and my soul is filled with a sense of being close to birth, close to the womb of all humanity, the biology of all life: pressed against the spatial gateway from which we emerge from a state of %u2018un-being%u2019 to one of vibrant life and participation in physical space, I feel at home and at peace. My art celebrates everything I can determine about women. There is no physical involvement with anyone who models for me, except for good friendships and fun time shared, like children at play dressing up and acting just for the joy of it, and as a pleasant escape from the harsh realities of day-to-day existence. Ten year ago in 2000, when I started looking for females to model for me, without having to pay out impossible sums of money to modelling agencies, there were virtually no women advertising modelling services on the internet. Today, literally hundreds of thousands of girls and women of various ages look to model for glamour shots and art images. It seems many of us are so desperately unhappy with our modern culture, we need another outlet, where a degree of magic and creativity can be experienced. My art is therefore not just mine but mine and the girls and women who model for me. This is our art. I may be the final instrument in a process which takes a tiny moment from our playtime together, and casts it into ink and paper or electronic file, but make no mistake: without the girl and her creative spark%u2014you would be staring at a blank piece of paper! I think it is pertinent then, where possible and allowed by the model, to say something about each one. Sometimes, this may not be possible. Moments with some models can be fleeting and so often the girl will disappear into the world of normality%u2014lost forever from the potential to charge my canvas with their power and mystic. And some become life-long friends, joined with me by a thread of creativity between us and more often than not%u2014a shared feeling that we were cut from the same spiritual mould! We may never be lovers, father and daughters, brother and sister, yet there is another bond: one which leaves this physical plane to penetrate another (both abstract and yet real), where we are not separated, but combined as one entity. It has a name. It is called a free Spirit. I like to think of such as flames: roaring, unrestricted wraiths of light and heat: we are abstract forms trapped in human flesh, desperately coping with the boundary and walls of physical existence, when we crave to be free once more. In a post-Darwinian world, science has defeated religion, and now has its boot on the throat of all spirituality. Have none of it. Science is just one of a set of tools for understanding the nature of ourselves and the reality we inhabit. But it is not the most powerful one. Each of us possess an astonishing and formidable power, one against which nuclear power, scientific process, and logic all pales into frail, almost impotent, things. What is it? It is the tool by which Albert Einstein probed the universe to discover the most profound truths: imagination! It is the greatest gift of nature to our kind. And if art, my kind of art, is to mean anything significant%u2014it is as a device to probe ourselves with our finest skill, and to leave behind a residue of our journey as a diary for others to consider. What follows then is my journey. I welcome you to come with me and see where it takes you. I ask you to allow me only to be your humble guide. I have decided to show it based on the %u2018flames%u2019 (models/free spirits) I have worked with. I would love to hear about you and to know something of you too. So, please drop me a line at : artistmol@hotmail.com or leave comment at my website: www.molsmith.net For now though, glimpse the flames that held me through the autumn of my life and who gave me grace and hope. Yours, Mol Smith 2010 March 9