Sigh.
I was just drawing a giant monster. I was thinking along the lines of a Gigeresque creature, biomechanical and alien. Is it any wonder that the result was a giant phallic horror with knives for arms?
That’s King Roach in the foreground. He can’t believe it either.
Simon couldn’t see the penis. I explained to him how, but he isn’t snipped, so it doesn’t look right without the little hoodie. Linnaea figured the head were the balls. So, we had a lovely conversation about how your penis monster may or may not be a penis.
That seems like a demonstration how much seeing “sex!” in art (and everything else) is cultural phenoma. How wonderful!