livestream doodles

Left to right, top to bottom: Noah with his hands clasped at a pew; supposed to be a friend's character, but his nose needs some working on; Beauty, my amputated demon; Doris, who is one of the few of his kind left; a man with a hook through his tongue and whose arms were cut from him; a happy octopus! with a bow tie!; someone genuinely happy, an experiment with highlights.

I went on Livestream today for the first time in months and it felt kind of good. I guess. It's certainly given me a lot to reflect on.

So as not to scare the ever living fuck out of my audience, I warned them I would be drawing guro. And someone asked me, why would I even do that? It got me thinking, huh, yeah. Why do I draw guro anyway?

I spent the afternoon considering this carefully, because god knows I couldn't find the right words to express myself to that person. That is, without sounding like a lunatic. No, "because I like it" is not a valid reason. I find guro particularly calming to draw for me because it's violently cathartic. You can tap into your deepest most violent feelings and just sink your hands into them, tear each and every gut out until the hurting stops. Alas, if we could only put them back together, eh. But I think that's why art is such a wonderful outlet for guro, and catharsis in general. No one literally gets hurt, and you don't need to apologize for simply feeling.