Approaching a mythos of desire, Eric Raptosh's photographs juxtapose dramatic context with sensual form. His portraits of the male body captivate us as if we were voyeurs witnessing the enactment of Eros through the questionable depths of a mirror. Raptosh's men stand separate but symmetrical, held by each other's gaze. Attentive to the robust and sometimes abstract architectures of light and shadow, Raptosh transforms these figures into a totem of gay sex: Two men together become a third animal, something imagined, longed for, admired. These photographs are beautiful in the way that sculpture is; they offer us ideals of for bound to the story of the real flesh. Whether domestically wrestled in their muscular lust or paused in a state of coital languor, in Raptosh's photographs men embrace the symbolic animus of our homosexual being.
DON'T STEP ON A DUCK JOKE (?)
"There are two kinds of people in this world,
victims and volunteers.
After the age of ten,
we're pretty much all volunteers."
~(Mother Quoted by Recovering Catholic Son)~