Love Rehab

Flamenco Dancer by Fabian Perez

Fabian Perez bases his work on the glamorizing of the underbelly of Argentinian nightlife, the seedy and the mysterious transformed into seductive shades of dark, moody art.

His work seems to appeal to men, he is one of the few artists that have been brought to my attention by more than one macho, non-fruity, non-pseudo intellectual red blooded man. I have a bone to pick with Mr Perez, his work was the bait one of these RBM's used to capture my attention, but I guess I can't blame Signor Perez for my ability to confuse an interest in sleaze with depth of character.

The flamenco and art in motion series are my favorite pieces in this collection. I love the dance anyway, the strength, the sadness, the implied defiance; since I can, and will, imbued anything with extra meaning, it goes without saying that this multi-layering of art, dance and sexy toughness would ignite my runaway imagination. I'm in a place where I am confused about my own judgment in affairs of the heart, I'm attracted to strength and symbols of it because I feel that being truly attracted to another weakens me, it weakens us all. It's hard to remain in control when you're falling in love, two states in direct conflict, but then if you never let go, if you spend all your time trying to protect yourself, you might never get a chance to be involved in something real.

In my mind, the flamenco is a woman centric dance (Joaquín Cortés be damned), the man is just required to keep the rhythm and occasionally lend a steadying hand. Isn't that how heterosexual love takes place? The dancer is resistant, feverish, dangerous, passionate and slightly melancholy... or is that me.

"Cat Among the Pigeons"