I don't want to be challenged

I was planning to write more on the blog than I have done till now.
I’ m not sure people read blogs, though I see they enjoy images. Nothing wrong about that, I myself am image-reverberating quite a lot. No surprise I’ve been in the position of producing images of some sort most of my professional life. (just turned 50 some days ago!)

However, writing helps me order ideas, put them in a new perspective, and reading brings me in someone else’s head, which is great!

This blog is meant to showcase my work, my artistic affiliations and to promote the idea that drawing a man (by a male artist) can reflect not only on the artist himself but on the times he lives in. These days men should be able to pull their pants down and be proud of their body, regain the virile symbol of the erection and not be afraid of looking at another man’s nude because they might be labeled as perverse.

I am at the beginning of my drawing and painting career but I hope my drawings will be, apart from beautiful and joy giving, a conversation a man can have with himself.
Women often complained that men depict them in art from a male point of view. Duh! Not far from the truth is my belief that a male artist who avoids staring another guy in the cock will represent a man in a biased way. The result will tell more about the artist than about the subject.

Here comes my blog

Im almost 50 and Im holding my dick in my hand. I care for my dick as much as I care for any part of my body. It bothers me that the dick is a taboo image subject. Why isn’t the mouth a taboo, there’s more trash coming out through the mouth than through any other part of the body!

But I digress.

I don’t remember the first time I heard I needed to hide my dick. I was told my dick is a dirty and shameful matter.

That was 50 years ago, maybe things have changed today. But I don’t think so.

Janet Jackson’s boob is viewed by a “whole nation”, for a split of a second, on TV. And it becomes an issue. Every child starts life by rubbing against a pussy and having a boob in his/her mouth. Every boy and man holds his dick in his hand, several times a day. The hand is every boy’s first sex lover. Men touch their dick for pleasure ALL THEIR LIFE! We never forget our first love, do we?

Why is it called “touching yourself”? Are you the full equivalent of you dick?

I’ll interrupt this post for the time being; will continue my ideas in the following days.

You may wonder, by now, what does all this have to do with drawing? Im a fine art draftsman and I like to draw things that I consider beautiful, that make me feel beautiful about myself and about life, while Im drawing. I hope this talk and the drawings that Im making will bring pleasure and confidence to others. And if my ideas sound weird, it’s probably because you hear them for the first time. There’s nothing new under the Sun. It’s all been said and done, in different times, in different ways. We do it and say it again, until we learn everything. It’s not enough to learn about yourself, which is a very difficult, if not impossible task in itself. You must learn about everyone else. Well, must is harsh to say but I for one, the more I know about myself and others, the more I embrace life as it is, not just as we claim or imagine it is, the more I love life.