Life( A thought)

Life is full of many wonderful and terrible things. None more wonderful love, music and art. They leave you changed . The great loves, the stirring sounds and beautiful art fill you with passion. And perhaps make you strong enough to withstand the terrible side of life. The loss that comes with everything wonderful.


Another Great Piece from Sardax

I really do love Sardax’s art.


The third in the Mistress Venus series – see the others here and here – shows the hapless commissioner again in a modified maid’s costume, forced to inhale the aroma expelled by a huge “cafetiere” style cylinder of used stockings. The device is not only for stockings – socks and panties can equally be squeezed to […]

via Portrait of Mistress Venus 3 — The Art of Sardax

The Sardax Fairytales — The Art of Sardax

I’ll always love Sardax’s art.

This recent series – made for Japanese magazine “Goddess love” (女神の愛) takes the theme of traditional fairytales where the main female character is played by a world-famous mistress. Mistress Darcy as Snow White. This painting has been featured already here. She has captured her handsome prince in the little cottage and is preparing to take him from behind, to the […]

via The Sardax Fairytales — The Art of Sardax

My Religion

Everyone saying my religion is love

Ha! My religion is love

Love in all its forms

From the perverse to the norms

Love unfettered

Love is more than one emotion

Love has many tethered

In ways beyond devotion

Love is caring and compassion

Yet let’s not forget the fire and passion

The little hates, the rage and jealously

Let’s be true to the word, lets acknowledge the envy

Let’s be sure to know love is more than compassion

Love is hate after a fashion

All things started with emotion evolve

Like problem waiting to be solved

My religion is my common sense

That tells me right from wrong

The hates that keep me strong

When oppression’s words ring

And none are standing

I kneel only to get a better view

I pray to no alter

Or false idol

I pray to the strength within

For in the end it’s what I always do

I pray my own morals never falter

And I’m true to myself both in heart

And in my art

For I shall never find love in my heart nor forgiveness for some

For the wrongs, they have done

And that as they say is final