Hi world,

I left my flat this morning with the only intention to go swimming. I stopped at a small vintage furniture shop which is about to close. There is where I found two framed pictures that I couldn't resist to take home with me.
They are two black and white photographs taken in the 50's by some obscure erotic photographer. They represent a naked model wearing a wedding vale and with a bunch of flowers in her hands.

All my past artwork were based on reinterpretation of Duchamp's ideas. One on the central concepts that kept his creative mind busy was what someone called "the dynamics of desire". These dynamics are applied to the realm of erotic love but they can be extrapolated to a number of topics (the impossibility of knowledge, for example). Around this topic he produced two of his more important works: The Bride Stripped by Her Bachelors, Even... (also known as the Large Glass) , and my favorite artwork ever, Etant Donnes.
Duchamp's Bride represents the "object of desire", which by definition, is unreachable. His work explains the circular flow of forces that drives the energy of desire, which ends resulting in an unproductive cycle, closer to a defeat than a victory. Only irony and humor (and love??) could break the vicious circle and save us from the dispair and the suffering of the distance.

The beautiful pictures I got this surprising morning seem to play the same game of visual chess (at least in my eyes as a victim of desire).
In Duchamp terms, they are a "ready made", they haven't been done with an artistic intention, they are made just to provoke a bit of naif arousing effect on the postwar male British population. But it terms of symbolic elements, their story is very complete and consistent.
They relate to the archetype of the "femme fatale" atracting her bachelors to an sinister castrating trap. She doesn't seem to be getting married, she is just playing the symbolic game of presenting herself as a sexual and spiritual goal (by marrying her she will be "yours" forever).
The vale allows some clarity (see-trough) while simultaneously implies an always frustrating distance.

That's the beauty of archetypes, you call them and their appear with all this meanings and stories. Like a friend of mine said, maybe the life of the archetypes is the real one, what we think is real is just a blinded representation.