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Eurgh!

So, at the advice and support of my contemporaries, I've been dabbling in smut. I'm presently flexing my creative muscles (so to speak), getting a taste for what I'm capable of in terms of technical aptitude and inspiration; it's certainly a cathartic process. Most striking about this is the reactions of others when they find out; a thin veil of lofty disdain or disgust, rapidly caving away to ravenous curiosity as soon as it becomes clear that I'm not particularly bothered. Remarkable, because my response was identical when it was suggested I draw more in the field. It's been suggested I post my pictures here, and I could certainly do with

Apologies if this latest entry offends anyone; such is certainly not my intent. I recall visiting the Tate Gallery in London, as a part of my studies at the time. We were blessed with a guide of our very own, who would show us famous pieces such as The Bride Stripped Bare... and The Snail. Better, he would explain the intents of the artists in question when creating their piece, and which elements are symbolic of what. Regardless of the truth of the matter, we all felt very much more clever for having this insight, an answer for these enigmas. As smug and contented as the experience was, I couldn't muster any real sentiment for the pieces t