Spreading The Tanning Lotion
The interesting thing about art is that it’s not literal. Unlike a photograph, a painted image doesn’t represent an actual thing, event, or situation. The viewer has more freedom to decide what’s happening, in a painting. Take this one, for instance:
Do you see a creepy old man, leering as his wife spreads tanning lotion on their innocent-but-nubile teen daughter? Ewww! That would be icky! What a filthy mind you have!
But really, all we know about the sunbather is that she’s got a great butt and that she usually wears a bikini bottom. She could be their slightly-younger unicorn-bisexual-poly dream partner. Maybe she’s using them, because they have incredible sex toys, an awesome swimming pool, and great taste in expensive booze.
Freedom. You get to decide. And that’s a big part of why I love erotic art so much.
Provenance: I’m pretty sure this is cropped from the cover of a sleazy pulp novel. That’s all I got for ya.
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You view, you write your own story. To me this is one of the charms of reading erotic art captioned in an opaque language, or comics covers viewed on their own. I have some Japanese editions of art by Shirow Masamune that sometimes work like that for me.