Yury Darashkevich

I grew up rather androgynous. I was not never masculine, but never overtly feminine either. I suppose it contributed to my status as a social outcast all through school. No friends, yet no enemies. As I grew up, this state of being persisted. I still do not get along with men who possess typical male traits (sports fanatics and car aficionados and the like-minded); but I fare no better with womenfolk. Perhaps this is one of the reasons for my nonchalance towards affairs of the human heart – I am X nor Y. But I do recognise beauty, sensuality and lust. These paintings by Yury Darashkevich are dripping, quite literally, with them all…

Images by Yury Darashkevich.