Last night I reacquainted myself with the artwork of Sardax. I had forgotten how strange, bewitching and pleasure-giving his work can be. He has real skill as an artist and a real feeling for the Women he portrays. I also like the dense, woozy, unreal atmosphere of his pictures. They are naturalistic often, but then you get a shock. A particular favourite of mine is an Amsterdam style scene where a man is on his knees in a window, dressed in lingerie, obviously enslaved, and an attractive woman strides past, glancing in at him. Is she his wife, his tormentress, his soon-to-be owner? I love the ambiguity of it, as well as the sexual tension.
I think Sardax's Ladies are dark goddesses. I love how well he portrays Their classic beauty and glamour as They bestride, tantalise and torment Their men in stockings and stiletto heels. I love the way the men are always bound, rigid, yet simultaneously somehow melting like candles, their faces sickly with sin and submission. I love the cruel laughter of the Women as They torment and tease. Most of all I like the lingering uncertainty. Exactly what has happened, or is about to happen?. Thank you Sardax, from one subbie fan!