The Darker Hours | A Nude Art Project

Protected: “My Body is Different”

Jelani — Sat, 10 Jul 2021 02:56:00 +0000

Protected: The Art of Self love

Jelani — Mon, 15 Feb 2021 01:19:41 +0000

Room 4: a Spicy Christmas

Jelani — Fri, 25 Dec 2020 13:42:07 +0000

Merry Christmas to you!

Here’s a little gift to show my appreciation for your support, critique, all those messages, the shares, the comments. I see them all and they are all appreciated.

Hope you’re in a good mood, enjoy …

His tone slithered out of the device she held to her ear and caressed it

It was the first time hearing his voice, deep, smoky, commanding …

Every word like honey, thick and sweet
And when he said her name it was as if he had given it to her himself,

like he possessed her …

she was his, a part of him, woven into his very being
He was coaxing her with every word, teasing her body to succumb to him …

And as he did, she felt the slipperiness trickle between her thighs …

And the urge to massage her now swollen clit overpowering her …

Her nipples poking, begging to be touched as she felt a throbbing in her pussy

Her hands seemed to echo the sentiments of her mind as she gave in to her lust …

as her fingers slipped into her sticky centre,

A Christmas Eve to remember.

Room 3: DESIRE

Jelani — Fri, 02 Oct 2020 14:16:42 +0000

Desire/ Desirée

An intense experience, a rainy night, a red room, giving in to, the feeling of desire …

It was as if he could see through her,

no matter how much she hid.

No matter the barriers that she placed in front her …

One look and she was stripped bare.

Down to her wet thighs and heaving breasts.

It wasn’t enough though. A look wasn’t enough.

She needed his touch, his skin on hers, the taste of his lips, the length of his fingers.

She wanted him to see her—–every part of her …

The ones she hid from the world, from herself.

She needed him to peel off her layers and unleash the wild, savage yearning within her that was desire.

She could almost feel how her body would yield to him …

How her nipples would stand for him and her pussy would answer to his very name.

It was intoxicating, what she felt and she wanted him to feel it too …

So she waited for him to be in the very spot that he stood

every night at his window and she made sure this time he’d see her.

He’d know just want he did to her.

Her lights were on, bright enough to see her body and dim enough to convey that this show was only for him …

And as she lay, writhing and arching on the bed,

she could see his face on the opposite side of the glass and the reaction was just what she had anticipated.

On her back, her legs apart, fingers parting her slick folds, s

he coaxed his own desire along with hers.

She wanted him to see her overflow, to watch the swell of her breasts,

the peaks of her nipples, the throbbing of her pussy …

and to know that it was all for him.

She could almost feel him inside her,

drilling out the lust and replacing it with satisfaction.

As her juices bubbled out of her and she screamed his name,

she knew he would never forget hers—- Desirée

Room 2: THICK

Jelani — Sun, 20 Sep 2020 01:03:02 +0000

Let’s take a moment to appreciate this short story, a thick woman’s thoughts. Poetry by, the muse …

She was anxious,

waiting,

longing …

The taste of his lips,

the smell of his skin,

the skillfulness of his fingers

engraved into her mind

and on her skin …

She wished he was there,

watching her with that

seething hunger that he oozed.

She wanted him to see her,

to breathe her in …

She wanted him to know how he made her feel.

How her nipples stood at attention for him …

How her pussy dripped and clenched for him.

How she swirled her fingers over her clit when she thought of him

—– only him …

But she’d have to wait …

Welcome to Room 2.

The Red Room

Jelani — Sun, 06 Sep 2020 23:04:08 +0000

A short story to stimulate your mind a bit. Poetry by Skyla Duncan

Get her poetry book here.

Tiny rain droplets pattered lightly against the galvanized roof,

thickening the air with her sultriest desires …

She slips her confident frame delicately onto satin sheets

as it fondles her chocolate skin with its sweetest caress.

Her body was ripe and ready to be touched;

to be had …

Legs spread apart;

the hot, steamy tensions build within her flower.

She strums her slender fingers along her soft mounds of flesh to

the softest cha cha rhythms between moans …

She imagines his luscious lips tracing the back of her spine

and the stings of his bite marks clinging to

her sweet thighs …

It drove her further to unimaginable, sensual abyss.

Her swollen bud releasing creamy nectar

with each depart

until she is breathless …

Drowned by the sounds of the rain,

the air becomes heavier with the erotic scent of her pearl.

She was ready

to sit on his throne.

She was ready

for him …

Welcome to the Red Room.

the art, the artist

Jelani — Sun, 19 Apr 2020 14:58:18 +0000

Hi, the name is Jelani Le’Bourne, this is my art. Currently listening to Godspeed by Frank Ocean while I vent, so you know my words may come accross more saturated than usual. I don’t write as often as I should, on the list of things this quarantine thing has taught me. Btw, how do you feel about it? How has it affected you? Do you still feel the need to be outside? How have you adapted to “home”? For me not being able to go out and shoot is an interesting challenge as I try to find new avenues to create. It’s brought me back to old times when I used to chill, listen to music, write, watch naruto, research, sith through a myriade of knowledge seekeers on quora. It’s good. It’s necessary for me, can’t speak for you.

So you’re here to find out more about the art, maybe the artist. Here’s a little story;

I was never interested in photography much less nude photography. I always thought nudity itself was interesting though, always tried to visualize a world where everyone walked around naked. We wouldn’t know how to judge would we? It’s hard to judge others when you’re naked too, right? That analogy in my head sort of sparked the idea. So about a year ago I started this nude photography project, clueless at the time, I acted on impulse, on inspiration. I hit up a few of my model friends and a few liked the idea, few thought it was crazy. We did the first photoshoot, won’t lie I was nervous, I didn’t know what the fuck I was about to accomplish with this.

I actually didn’t know how I would continue after that. I tried to analyze the feedback, negative and positive, sidenote; alot of you don’t know how much your feedback matters to us as creators. Alot of people thought it was porn, made sense too I mean no one had really ever done something like that before, in St.Lucia. I liked it thought, alot of people doubted the idea. I think this is what pushed me to really send a message. This is when I came up with the concept of Seasons, originally it was supposed to follow the seasons of the year and create a mood based on the season but eventually, I decided that I would create concepts for each season, each concept would portray a different aspect of the message I was trying to send.

I proceeded with Season 2, Season 2 was expressive. I wanted to create an indoor mood, something cozy, sensual. Something that would challenge perspectives. I can’t say that it was perfectly executed, I mean I was still very new to nude photography. My lighting could’ve been better, poses, editing but I do believe that Season 2 captured the essence of what I was trying to do. At this point the project was very “sexy”, I wanted to step outside the box. Season 3, went outdoors. Season 3 (also the season that I recently completed), the first Season where I believe that I sent a solid message, with proper execution, amazing models, the right locations & stories that would help the audience to understand the message.

So here’s the concept,

Mother Nature. The female body is alot like Mother Nature, there’s a reason it’s called Mother Nature. I do believe that nature itself is female, the curves of nature, the elements, the unpredictability. If you look at a woman’s body now, it’s alot like the hills & valleys,

the curves of nature. I wanted to place women, nude, all their curves exposed, all their insecurities exposed, against that of nature. I am most proud of this Season and the women who trusted me with the idea and embraced themselves enough to be a part of this, everything that was posted, every photoshoot that I did told the story. People started to message me with their own breakdowns of the pictures, people wanted to write for the page, people wanted to understand more. That is what I wanted and I got it.

Now, Season 4. Season 4 is totally different.I can’t give it all away but it will include Men & Women. Thank you so much for supporting this project of mine & I hope that in some way it has helped you open your mind a bit. To women, I hope it’s helping you appreciate your bodies more, you skin, your insecurities and impurities. My brothers, hope this is helping you appreciate your women more, for many many reasons, a woman who is able to embrace her beauty like this is a powerful woman.