I've heard it said that necessity is the mother of all invention.
Need outweighs absence, and a way is found to fill the void.
We create the most enduring, the most practical, the most beautiful things when there is an undeniable force of nature that compels that certain something to exist.
We close our minds to everything else. Hints of obsession linger: like hands reaching out of the darkness, wrapping around us, refusing to let go...
...we're bound until completion, locked in, stripped bare, yearning to bridge the gap between compulsion and creativity, want and desire, art and erotica.