Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Dirty renaissance







My computer had a virus and all my scanned drawings got erased. So here's a tribute to finding inspiration from scratch.


Monday, September 12, 2011

Dirty Tom







This blog is named in tribute to Mr Touko Laaksonen a.k.a Tom of Finland, and his reference to his own art as his 'dirty drawings'. The title is supposed to be ironic, sarcastic, sardonic and maybe a little moronic because there ain't nothin' dirty about a finely rendered muscle man. I love the facial expressions in his pieces, which help to make his visions not only erotic, but also playful and cheeky, a mix which is hard to achieve and also rare.

Dirty Galliano




He's a naughty boy but we love him anyway


Friday, September 2, 2011

Dirty kalaidoscope








Been on a very dirty holiday indeed and not been making any posts. Thanks to Belasco for commenting on the Francois Sagat post, have been following Belasco's work ever since I got a computer so was great to hear from him!



Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Dirty Superman action figure



Is this wrong? Because it just feels so right.

Dirty François



I love François Sagat and am so happy he is receiving more mainstream recognition. His unique physique and communicable charisma is already enough to set him apart, and then his involvement with Bernard Willhelm on the fashion circuit and his incredible self-marketing skills are what help promote him further beyond the restrictions of his genre.
He is the modern day Marilyn Monroe

Monday, April 18, 2011

Dirty collage


Dirty old drawings




Even when I was a kid I did loads of dirty little drawings which all got stuffed into an envelope and into a bottom draw. I even said it was a 'Christmas Drawer' which contained all my family's presents and if they dared to venture inside it would ruin the surprise. As if I could ever be that organised, but at least I was inventive!

So yeah I did hundreds of these sketches, mostly really, really cheezy constructions of macho stereotypes like firemen and cowboys with penises often extending beyond the knees. With no internet access I had very little anatomical references, so you can imagine how accurate they were. Unfortunatley I had a Puritan moment and decided to burn them all; my Christmas Drawer was screaming to me like in an Edgar Allen Poe story.

I'm so pissed I can't look at those drawings now, I pretty much knew that they were crap at the time so thought I would never miss them, but I would love to look at them now just to observe my developing sexuality, and what I thought of as sexy back then. So now I've decided not to feel guilty about dirty drawing, it was quite easy to switch it off actually. One of the most wonderful things about growing up is sympathizing less with other peoples' opinions of you.

So on that note, here are some drawings from the past few years, which I think have major, major faults but are still kind of cool, because everything's a journey.