Introducing FAKE DOG!

Re-posting this after giving it some thought... WARNING:

This blog-post contains some sexually explicit pictures that might do IRREVERSIBLE DAMAGE to younger humans. They might never recover, they might just DIE... so don't show it to them! If you are a young person FLEE! FLY AWAY! RUN FOR YOUR IMMORTAL SOUL, WHICH IS IN DIRE PERIL IF YOU SCROLL DOWN THIS PAGE!

If you are the artist´s mother or father, it would likely BEHOOVE you not to read beyond this point.

On to the post.

Dearest readers, first of all, let me reassure you; work on INHELL's second chapter progresses smoothly... perhaps not as fast as some would like, but still.

I SHALL be sharing another enticing peek into THAT in this blog-post but first...

I have something pretty exciting to share with you. In order to tell you about it, let me first you a bit about a certain artist that had a big impact on my ambitions.

I was and remain a BIG FAN of Jean Giraud, better known to comic-lovers around the world as MOEBIUS. He is to a large extent responsible for just how strange an unorthodox my base idea of what a "comic" should be IS.

That man did some wonderful, dream-like comics in his time let me tell you. Now, I am not here to give you a proper introduction to the man's great work, but rather, I am here to tell you something TRAUMATIC MOEBIUS did once, something I learned about while reading an interview in THIS BOOK:

(lovely thing to give to that lovely young artist in your life)

Fucker talks in this book 'bout how he once torched a whole treasure-trove of erotic drawings out of guilt. Because they "betrayed a terrible hatred of the female that disturbed him"... What a wimp! What a fag! Unforgivable! It really made young Geladaa mad, to read about that, for many reasons, from many angles, it angered and saddened me in equal measure.

MOEBIUS is, in my book, a great artist, an important artist even... thinking about that shit really pisses me off to this day. Specially offensive considering it was thru Moebius that I learned about Suehiro Maruo (he talked with great admiration of the legendary Japanese mangaka in another interview). Maruo is an artist that certainly doesn´t balk at the idea of "portraying violence against females". So I guess this is an example of "rules for me not for thee". The world is, at its heart, all about "violence against females" in the sense that libido IS violence, and women are the ideal recipients of libido. I of course favor harmonious forms of violence against women, such as tickling, telling them jokes, and spirited love-making, but violence remains violence. One cannot vilify such a thing; the very raison d'être of THE WORLD. Women are there to be FUCKED, any healthy woman will agree with that. In the realm of art, one can and should let loose, let imagination loose, let imagination lose itself free of bounds and restrictions. Dreams should be free, I don´t think many can disagree with that.

Moebius' well-behaved Eros

In any case, Moebius destroyed a bunch of his erotic drawings, thus creating a sort of "legend" within my young mind... I would dream about those drawings and drool and grit my teeth in anger. Kafka, apparently, was guilty of a similar crime, he destroyed a bunch of stories that would likely be among the best humanity has produced. FIRE took "A Country Doctor"´s sister... what a terrifying thought. LOLITA was close to suffering such a fate as well... if not for the forever blessed intervention of Mrs. Nabokov.

Maruo-sensei's less afraid to be mean

Anyway, all this to say that GUILT is a nasty thing, something to be discarded post-hast in my opinion, a least when related to artistic creation. Art is already such an elaborate, difficult game of sublimation... surely we have earned the right to enjoy and produce portrayals of fantasy sex now and then?

Surely.

Why is any of this pertinent you ask?

That is because

FAKE DOG

begs the question

... is the artist I am writing this introduction for.

Sunny Geladaa's dark alter-ego.

Fake Dog and I, Geladaa, once shared the same name and body... but now live INDEPENDENTLY (think De Palma's "Sisters"). He GETS to go all-out indulging-in/drawing crazy erotic art, while I am the one saddled with the onerous task of producing difficult science fiction comics... what an asshole huh?

Jokes aside, one of the most important and basic lessons psychoanalysis teaches us is that SEX is the core of all meaning (the subject of a much-postponed blog-post and video I have to get around finishing). Life is, fundamentally, about reproduction, which makes sexual art the purest of all artistic expressions. Fake Dog's work is all about exploring and celebrating the infinite potential bodies hold. "The body is like a sentence that invites us to rearrange it, so that its real meaning becomes clear through a series of endless anagrams.”

After all.

Anyway, I am here to share a peek into his work with you all, and point you towards his online HAUNTS (that´s a link). Be reassured, his art skirts well away from portrayals of fictional infants (for obvious legal reasons) choosing instead to focus on creatures similar to those celebrated by German artist extraordinaire Hans Bellmer... postmodern monsters that live on the frontier between male and fe-male, between the human an in-human... often in merry intercourse with an assortment of different beasts and beastly individuals.

I will inevitably write more on the subject in the future.

For now, let me conclude this post with the promised peek into "Sons and Daughters of Elysium":

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