I’ve been working on this here and there for a while now but finally had some time to finish it. The original idea stemmed from the notion that, seemingly innocent apps like Vine are being rated +17 because of a “human error” of posting vast amounts of pornography. Even to the the extent where the six second clips of sex were making it to “Editor’s Pick.” It’s a new form of media, so people can and therefore will, like wolves gorging down food, never knowing when the next meal will be within their grasp.
Now, of course sex or wanting sex isn’t bad. It’s completely natural and, well… good. Then again, because sex sells and always has, it’s all over the place. Being surrounded by sexual imagery in tv, movies, advertising- everywhere, makes us very accustom to it and eventually convince people to expect it around every corner. At the drop of a hat. With familiarity comes de-sensitivity and a need to continuously up the ante in a way.
So what I’m worried about, and wanted to illustrate in a noir/pulp-ish way, was my fear of it becoming something as detached or blasé as the other means of social interaction or expectations we have these days. Where people view the world entirely through a screen, with glazed over eyes. Where this “Reel Life” takes over and they begin to fancy it more than reality. Even when there’s a woman or man sitting in their lap and all they’re interested in is the next raunchy update or scene. I’m sure it won’t take over entirely, though. I hope not.
I would quit everything online if I didn’t use it for networking and promoting my illustrations. Except Tumblr, of course. You’re cool…