Carlotta and Mathias met in the European world of tantra and together with me, they wanted to create images that at best challenge taboos while advocating sensual freedom with consent.
Charlottas experience were powerful and was her first step into erotic art and photography after years away from the camera. Sharing such intimate moments, especially around men, made her vulnerable, but she also found security.
That context allowed her to face her insecurities, work through them to make them visible and harmless.
She described the intimate relationship I have with the camera as inspiring. Very beautiful words in my opinion. The conversation continued into the concept of lust, which Carlotta sees as intertwined with desire and longing. Lust acts for her as a compass that leads towards personal growth and expansion, regardless of whether it concerns sexual or wider life context.
There is shame around sensuality, Carlotta revealed. Insecurity emerges, especially with regard to family and society’s expectations. The experience with my role as an older man behind the camera started reflections on her own reluctance to discuss sexuality within the family.
The shared journey, fueled by trust and shared artistic intimacy, further develops as Carlotta navigates between sensual, vulnerable and empowering aspects within Beyond Nudity.
Beyond Nudity
“My toes are weird, my hands hide my penis and my legs bend in silent words. And she has silver tape on her left arm”
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Mathias Risberg:
I look at myself and see the vulnerability. Everything fell to the floor, the fear, the discomfort and me.
I feel sad for not being there more often in the emotions. Want more of this. Feeling that the feminine embodies the joyful dominance that finds joy in the gaze, in her. It is exploring boundaries.
Carlotta plays theatre, and gets a chance to try another role without risk. It’s like a cat with a toy rat. But in peace. I suddenly see it in my eyes.
I don’t see a powerless man. I see a longing in her eyes and face to create something that I cannot achieve myself.
I don’t know, it’s something between a priest and the pope or a psychopath with a loving mother. I can’t understand it. It’s confusing to me.
I read the picture and see a fear and at the same time admiration on my face, can’t read myself in these pictures. It is complex, meaningful. This dynamic.
