Dinosaurs, Outer Space and Sex

The title sounds like some narrow market alien fantasy porn flick but actually, these are three concepts I learned in elementary school that blew me the fuck away.  Thought I'd share those before I show my new art:


Why would God create extra large lizards to rule the planet before creating the magnificent Human Beings?  Why would Evolution create extra large lizards and then shrink them when humans rule the world?  Why couldn't Land of the Lost have been real? 

Outer Space

In the 3rd or 4th grade I first learned we exist on a ball of mostly water in a black sky with other balls floating - literally - around a circle of light, AND some of those balls had rings!  That seemed like too much of a fucking crazy ass concept to be real but alas, it was.  That’s when I realized life was magical and going to be full of surprises.


I liked sex from the moment I realized that it belonged in the adult zone and I wasn't allowed in. What were those smarty pants adults hiding?  I disliked childhood. As an adult, I dislike this concept of "adulting" but I love being an adult woman.  There is no greater pleasure and honor than that.

In celebration of the femininity I own fondly, I finished my somewhat Valentine's themed painting for you all. I've been behind the scenes cranking away in late night paint sessions the past few weeks trying to get this done, in high heels no less.  I'm breaking in a new pair of shoes so it seems appropriate to break them in while painting, no? Of course it does. I also designed the necklace for this painting, which I think adds a nice delicate touch and direction for the eye to delight in.  (I'll post a better quality image as soon as I can get to it)

Happy Valentine's Day everyone. xo, Tatiana


"Yours" Size:50 cm x 70 cm (19.70" x 27.56") Acrylic on cotton canvas


Silence and Passion: golden advice

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When I paint, I usually do so in silence.  I love silence.  I usually only listen to music when I begin and there's not too much pressure on me yet; when the strokes are gestured and flowing and relatively instinctual.  I continue this way until I finish with the under painting, though my method is a bit different than traditional under painting. Nonetheless,  I’m surprised how anyone could paint an entire painting with music. Amazed actually.  

Music in the background is extremely distracting from my thoughts because eventually it takes over and I begin to sing and/or dance with it and then I mess up on the painting OR it begins to transform in sound from enjoyable tunes to nail scratches on a chalkboard, wherein I become irritated and mess up on the painting that way. This happens with soft relaxing tunes as well, though I can handle those for several hours before I go crazy.  I'm the same when I write.  I need silence to think and process. I don't like other people's "stuff" in my mind for too long. It’s therapy time for me too in a way.  

I find painting a constant push and pull of “I love how this is going” to “omg, I hate painting”.   Of course I don’t hate painting.  I hate the mirror of seeing how not good enough I am compared to how good enough I keep trying to be.  I think this is a lifetime problem so I don’t dwell on it but use it as a way to keep working on getting better. 

Someone once told me that silence was golden.  I liked silence then but really didn’t get it.  After 20 years of raising kids, I’d like to announce that I understand what “silence is golden” means.  Golden means “fucking amazing”.  When it’s paired up with painting time, I could think of no better way to spend the rest of my life, each and everyday.  My paintings keep me going when nothing else does, even when I’m frustrated by their progression and want to give up, because I really don't.  I just want the painting process to flow, that's all, and I can't control that so there are many life lessons in discipline and commitment here too.  No one can make my paintings but me.  No one.  So I have to step up or quit. That’s pretty awesome and valuable. 

Speaking of valuable… I offered some valuable advice to a fellow artist recently that I’ll share with you.  It can be adapted to most anyone facing fears of being vulnerable “out there”:

"Stockings" from Back It Up collection

"Stockings" from Back It Up collection

I had an artist write me asking advice about dealing with being an erotica artist, the judgment, shame and vulnerability, etc. He mentioned how he had found passion for this type of painting and wanted to do it but he had to hide his paintings at night and work on them secretly.  Yep, I know. Been there, done that. I told him he just had to get used to it and pursue onward.  

Jumping out there and showing an erotic art collection in Savannah was pretty bold and daring but in my gut it felt like the right thing to do because if no one knows I make this art, success isn’t going to knock on my door and success isn't exactly selling paintings.  Success is broad. So I followed that feeling and that’s the kind of stuff you need to do if you wish to succeed at all, in any way, in the erotic arts or any arts I would imagine.  Everyone will judge you. Everyone. Get used to it and move onward. Their opinion doesn’t count because they have secret fetishes they either do behind closed doors or wish they were doing behind closed doors or they haven't had sex so long, they forgot what it was like to exist behind closed doors; so basically, these opinions come from unhappiness, thus they don't count.  Your work and your commitment to it is what counts and eventually that will be noticed because you stuck to it. Most people don't stick to it but I think you only truly stick it out through the hell when it's valuable enough and that's where passion itself is the gold.  Only passion will really get you through and you only discover it's a passion when you sit on the quit seat and would rather eat root vegetables for dinner then give up.

If it’s a passion, the lack of money and reward from the outside shouldn’t discourage the process of being passionate and continuing in such painting genres, or any artistic endeavor.  If it is money or reward from the outside that drives the passion, “stop” because the judgment and tomato throwing gets harsh and you will eventually give up or break apart. (you might not but it's tough out there)  Certainly there are those who value what I paint, specifically the Art Porn collections, but those are few and out of those, buyers are even fewer.  If you want to paint your passion you have to prove it’s worth caring about.  You have to find your voice and that takes time, effort and many failures.  And lots of judgments.  Get used to them and move on. 

How this relates to painting in silence?  It doesn’t intentionally. Though, I could tie it in with how silent painting for me is what meditation is to a mind.  In that silence I have found myself, my voice, my soul and the self-nurture I need that I can't find any other way.  Not a bad tie in to what was simply a stream of consciousness offering today. :)  

painting in progress

painting in progress

Okay, I’m going back to finishing my painting with peacock feathers, which I really am pushing to finish before December’s end.  The feathers have been challenging so I've been taking a lot of breaks and working on other small works to rest my eyes. 

Keep up with my latest on my Instagram.  Currently I’m counting down my 25 Days of Gratitude – because I need a reminder, and I’m sure you could use a gratitude reminder too. We all can. 

Speechless and Zipless

I don't have anything to write about at this time but I feel the need to pop up from the beginnings of my winter hibernation before I am gone too long.  It's autumn and the need to hide out at home painting is a primal one for me. Safe. Stocked. Comfortable.  

The entire Las Vegas experience, along with its tragic events of the mass shooting recently feel like a surreal whirlwind of really heavy emotional shit.  The season is just right in its hibernation seduction.

To break silence and offer something I think you might enjoy, I thought I'd introduce you to one of my favorite albums, Vanessa Daou's "Zipless" (below).  I have always found it very erotic music.

It was first introduced to me in my early twenties by the sexiest and most erotic man I had ever known.  Being I was so young, the time table of experimentation in that "known" department was rather small but he set the stage for my search for eroticism in my life versus sex in my life. Through this early erotic relationship down in South Beach back in the early '90s I got my first dose of mature erotic seductions. Who the hell wanted a halo and wings then?  I wasn't in line.   

A current painting I'm working on - well, still in its drawing stage and I don't have a photo momentarily - was developed in my mind while listening to this album lost in that mental freedom one gets in a zone out mode.  So, since real life leaves me currently speechless because I have so much to process right now (and the holidays haven't really even officially started yet), let's listen to good sexy tunes and forget the real world.  I like the words as well.

The first song sets the mood well for the rest of the album. I've been listening to these tunes for twenty years.  Enjoy. 

"Back It Up" Erotica Art is now posted online

It has been so long since I blogged, I forgot how to type. 

Since my return from the Las Vegas trip for my exhibition of ArtPorn and its continuation, Back It Up, I've dealt with some rather big disappointments that put me under a rock for August.   I can't keep in the dark so out I come for a little while to pour some light into my soul. 

My experience at the museum was -- there were challenges, let's just say.  Part of me is angry about them and the other says "fuck it", I mean, really, just fuck it.  Nothing is perfect and I knew going in there were red flags but I went on anyway.  Do you know how I can express it for you so you'll understand?  Like this: 

You go somewhere, feel bad vibes, don't listen, boom something bad happens.

You meet someone, feel a weird feeling in your stomach, a doubt of some kind, you ignore it because hey, you finally got to X point, it's just fear, boom something bad happens.

You get in that car, you feel off that moment you get into it, yet drive anyway, boom something bad happens. 

Point made, I think. 

Here I am feverishly fixing damaged art. :(

So there were flags and iffy feelings about my Vegas trip and some bad stuff happened. I got through it.  "This is a test", said the Voice. Then I came home to more challenges and down it all went into a slip and slide.  I have so much on me right now, I'm not into saying much because I can't tell if my feelings are hijacking my logic.  Silence is best about the full experience for now. 

All this said, I do want to highlight that my paintings look fucking amazing on the wall of the museum and I love them and I am super proud of them and I'm loving these photos of me in front of them. And I have great legs.

(I only had a cell phone camera - sadly - so pardon the fuzzy pics but they're still great I think)

And, these comments below made me so happy to see on Twitter because there is no greater joy than knowing the art was loved, and this proves it.  After 3 years and thousands of dollars to achieve this grand display wall, I accept the compliment, thank you.  


.... "Was the show successful?", many asked. Define "successful". If success means art sales, not yet: it's still up for a month.  If success means dealing with a shitload of challenges that almost broke me to get this far and to get the work up for cell photos like these, then yes, the show is absolutely successful. I did this.  Me.  And I drove to 4,400 miles across America round trip to make these photos, to show how far I've come and gone for this art collection. Passion hangs on those walls.

Since many of you haven't seen the exhibition and won't in person (hangs til Sept 30th), I have finally posted the paintings to view online. Enjoy. 

- Tatiana von Tauber


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"Back it Up" Show Pics & Thanks


Ok everyone, kiss my sneak peek show goodbye! "Back It Up" is backing it out towards Las Vegas to hang as part of the full ArtPorn collection of 20 paintings at the Erotic Heritage Museum Aug 5-Sept 30


A HUGE thank you to all the brave & open minded & curious souls in Savannah who visited my sneak peek show before it goes to Las Vegas next month. I loved meeting everyone and this show's quality outbeat the last show's quantity and silly controversy. This show gave me what I sought: intelligent and engaging conversations about human sexuality, not bullshit about size and shame, like my first 2015 show did (read here, nsfw).

I met some amazing people I hope to know better. Overall the concensus was that the art was "wonderful", "brave" and "much more explicit than expected". Ah, of course: it's porn in art form... but does it then become "erotica"?

Click here to view more show photos (nsfw), testimonials and some small sneak peeks at the paintings until I post the high quality images in August.

Kisses, Tatiana von Tauber

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