For quite some time I have been crafting adult artwork in graphite and digital color, it has been years actually. I was never good a hiding it, and that was never the point (in fact if you dig around a little, you easily find my work), it’s discreet but not hidden. Nevertheless if your clients know that you are a sort of an hentai illustrator, it is bad for business. I don’t know if this happen in your country, but here people are more conservative than most, and that pressure does make me very very unhealthy.
You know that story, the one where the society abroad clutches the free minds. The story that tells us that no mass of living corpses will have to dictate what you are. Arthur Schopenhauer once wrote that in order to be like others, we usually give up 3/4 of ourselves, and it’s damn true. But do not interpret me wrong, I do not use these words against the established society and its perennial codex of unspoken rules that accompany us since times immemorial. In fact these are words to explain you what I feel, and I feel I have been clutched. Which I have been, beyond fucking recognition.
What happens when you hold a spring tight and then suddenly let it go? Exactly.
So why write about this now? Now my adult art has reached a point that I look and say that it has some quality in it. It’s not perfect, I still have a long way to go, but it’s getting a lot better. Now I have an opportunity to get better at this and I’m going to grab it. I really don’t care because if I express myself better through naked bodies and explicit sex, that is what I’m going to do.
Keep all your strings for you.
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