Steps of the Dark Arts: The Evolution of Erotica
Perhaps when I wake up abnormally, the first urge is to draw. There is certainly a correlation, it would seem. Yesterday, it was the call that gave me a bad case of interrupted sleep (“Somnia Abrupta”?), and I revenged with a picture of booby sans (booby) trap.
Now, I woke up too early due to an upset stomach. And I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I went to the computer and drew. I preserved the intermediate steps, just to see how much things change while I’m blinking. The picture is called The Dark Arts (self-explanatory, I hope). So, the one documenting the evolution of the picture—the fossils, as it were—is called Steps of the Dark Arts. Behold then, O children:
This one is a third of the real size; get the full glory of it over here. I’m not very happy with the way the shadow falls too narrowly under the arm, making it look closer to the held body than I had wanted; but I don’t like modifying images once I’m done working intensely on them. The zone, you see. 
I have the final version, but only for those who can spare 1MB of download. It is not a prudent use of your bandwidth. The steps go clockwise, and you can see the general way in which I proceed. Unlike other times, when I use, say the GIMP, or Microsoft Paint, this one has no sudden changes (I call them saltations—vero, natura quoque saltum facit!—to keep rubbing my neo-Darwinist friends the mean way). With MyPaint, which I used, there is no facility to spill colour into a bordered area, so you have to paint it all in manually, and that is what I did. I think it was more-rewarding this way.
You will note that this one is related (I call it “homologous”) to an earlier one, Amour Wrestle, from over two years ago. The relationship was not intended, but my genre doesn’t have much else going on beyond people having sex. Which brings me neatly to the next issue: shillings.
I’ve been thinking: I should start painting these things as honest-to-God erotica, and sell them to these lodges and sex-places that people go to. If I find one that is high-end enough, I can even make enough to pay for the paint and brushes. Besides, indulge your passion, children.
I think I could come up with a number of good-enough paintings (with time, after some practice) to sell to someone. I don’t like how graphic erotica has to be some kind of irritating Internet pornography. Every single generation (that survived to this day) has been pre-occupied with sex enough to breed. It is the one thing they all certainly did. Yet, in “African Art”, for instance, we draw “Woman Carrying Pineapple Upon Head” and other equally-useless bullshit.
When people drew what was at the centre of their lives in the caves where they stayed, they didn‘t discover this fabulous means of relaying what they saw just so that their foolish little grand-children can come and be all academic and draw silly shit like silhouetted figurines carrying baskets, deliberately poor and lacking in precision and depicting nothing within fifty kilometres radius, when they could be drawing, in full illusionist 3D, drawing ? of course. Sex.
I like me some saucy pictures, but not the depressing, soul-crushing garbage that litters the Internet[1]. Since I know what I want, since I am the one who knows—excuse the expression—where the shoe pinches, let me draw it myself. And for people like me—for example, who prefer the scenes without full frontal nudity—this kind of picture is what works well. Oh, well.
As for this picture (like for this blog), much evolution, no neo-Darwinism. Indeed, much evolution, because no neo-Darwinism. Much evolution, because much creative input. Children, say a prayer (however brute, short, and inexpert) to your Maker today, who is your Father in Heaven. He will hear you, and answer you.
[1] Don’t make me say this again, but lesbians are exempted. Girls don’t get anything wrong. It’s the men who are the problem. Sometimes I wish the S.C.U.M. people could come within one man of their goal ?
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I have the final version, but only for those who can spare 1MB of download. It is not a prudent use of your bandwidth. The steps go clockwise, and you can see the general way in which I proceed. Unlike other times, when I use, say the GIMP, or Microsoft Paint, this one has no sudden changes (I call them saltations—vero, natura quoque saltum facit!—to keep rubbing my neo-Darwinist friends the mean way). With MyPaint, which I used, there is no facility to spill colour into a bordered area, so you have to paint it all in manually, and that is what I did. I think it was more-rewarding this way.
You will note that this one is related (I call it “homologous”) to an earlier one, Amour Wrestle, from over two years ago. The relationship was not intended, but my genre doesn’t have much else going on beyond people having sex. Which brings me neatly to the next issue: shillings.
I’ve been thinking: I should start painting these things as honest-to-God erotica, and sell them to these lodges and sex-places that people go to. If I find one that is high-end enough, I can even make enough to pay for the paint and brushes. Besides, indulge your passion, children.
I think I could come up with a number of good-enough paintings (with time, after some practice) to sell to someone. I don’t like how graphic erotica has to be some kind of irritating Internet pornography. Every single generation (that survived to this day) has been pre-occupied with sex enough to breed. It is the one thing they all certainly did. Yet, in “African Art”, for instance, we draw “Woman Carrying Pineapple Upon Head” and other equally-useless bullshit.
When people drew what was at the centre of their lives in the caves where they stayed, they didn‘t discover this fabulous means of relaying what they saw just so that their foolish little grand-children can come and be all academic and draw silly shit like silhouetted figurines carrying baskets, deliberately poor and lacking in precision and depicting nothing within fifty kilometres radius, when they could be drawing, in full illusionist 3D, drawing ? of course. Sex.
I like me some saucy pictures, but not the depressing, soul-crushing garbage that litters the Internet[1]. Since I know what I want, since I am the one who knows—excuse the expression—where the shoe pinches, let me draw it myself. And for people like me—for example, who prefer the scenes without full frontal nudity—this kind of picture is what works well. Oh, well.
As for this picture (like for this blog), much evolution, no neo-Darwinism. Indeed, much evolution, because no neo-Darwinism. Much evolution, because much creative input. Children, say a prayer (however brute, short, and inexpert) to your Maker today, who is your Father in Heaven. He will hear you, and answer you.
[1] Don’t make me say this again, but lesbians are exempted. Girls don’t get anything wrong. It’s the men who are the problem. Sometimes I wish the S.C.U.M. people could come within one man of their goal ?
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