After giving it a great deal of thought, I’ve decided to take an extended hiatus from the business. No, I’m not pregnant. And no, I don’t have a new boyfriend who’s weird about it. It simply no longer fits well into my life. I’m very busy with other creative endeavors and don’t feel that I have the energy and time needed to invest in clients. You’ve all been wonderful (well, most of you) and I wish you nothing but happy, healthy, and kinky lives. Stay honest with yourselves!
Best,
Evelyn
I’ve been taking the time, in the last few weeks, to renew my interest in art. If you follow my blog at all, or at the very least glance at it, you may have determined that I have a very keen interest in it. I certainly don’t pretend to be a scholar, and there’s a lot that I don’t know, but walking into a gallery or museum and immediately being surrounded by the products of someone else’s imagination is one of my favorite things. I recently had the privilege of viewing a local art dealer’s private collection. And not just any art dealer — a like-minded art dealer. This guy could not have been more in keeping with my perverted, sexually explicit, campy, and decadent tastes. His gallery was an art nouveau paradise, but dark and twisted and overtly sexual. Several Klimts hung on the wall. An original Schiele drawing – one I have a print reproduction of on my wish list. Beautiful (and radioactive) sculpture. Any one of which probably cost more than a year of my rent. My friend who brought me there mentioned that several of his clients are big rock stars (the frontman for Korn — which totally kills me… how can someone who makes such terrible music afford such amazing works of art?) and for a moment I sorely wished that I was a ridiculous pop star with gobs of disposable income. Well, maybe not the pop star part. It was an amazing experience and it renewed my own interest in creating art. Normally, it’s just band posters and fashion drawing for me. But now I have an intense urge to draw naked girls and huge cocks (with huge cocks, maybe.) Soon the Vintage Smut of the Week may not be so much vintage.
Just thought I’d share. And if there’s a particular artist that gets you all hot and bothered I’d love to hear about it.
