I’M FINALLY DOING NANOWRIMO. is that still cool? is that still a thing people care about? do i even have a peer group by which i can begin to measure a word like “cool” anymore?
most people would probably want to start by thinking up some kind of story. indeed that is the way i’d want to start, but it ain’t happening for me. i ask my muse for story ideas and she says, “yes, sweetie, i get it, story story blah blah blah suck my dick, but have you thought about your visual aesthetic?”
why yes, muse, if you must insist on a visual aesthetic for me for an art form that is not visual, actually, yes, i do have some inspiration about that. i’ve been thinking about the “superflat” designs of murakami takashi, takano aya and the like. honestly i don’t know that much about superflatness and while i really do like some of that work it doesn’t make me want to get up and shout, “i want to do art like THAT!”
but i want to write a novel like that: a blinding array of colors, a cute and shiny exterior that brings some truths to the surface and conceals others, innocence and corruption, a commercial-globalism that like nature is not good or evil, it is a force and it Does Not Care What Happens To You.
like the main subject in this picture by takano aya: who is she? her nakedness: is she sexual, has she been sexualized, neither? is she a victim, a seductress, an innocent, another eve? her vacant or at most “oops, i did it” expression: is she a child, or is she abdicating personal responsibility? is she succumbing to our culture or is she turning it on its head? or are we the voyeurs, looking in on something that is not a show, not our business, not a political statement? do we love her because she is cute and innocent and sexy and somehow irresistible? or is thinking all that just degrading to her?
who is in control here?