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Why snuff?
12 years ago
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Well to be clear, 99% of all the snuff pictures I draw aren't really snuff, they are peril.
Take a look (f you dare) at the 'snuff' stuff I draw. Nearly all of it is 'in time', taking place BEFORE they are actually dead.
I have taken an honest look at the 'snuff' art I draw, mainly because of a few people telling me to fuck off with the snuff art. Well, not that way, but that they are no longer watching me because I draw 'snuff'. While I don't record every day how many people actually watch me, I do sometimes try to draw something so grotesque that WILL make me loose watchers, kind of 'how far can I push the envelope' deal. And there are a few pictures, or a series of similar themed pics, that will actually drop down a watcher or two, but I just laugh. When I TRY to do something so horrible, it's for pure shock value.
Point of fact is that I have been drawing snuff or gore related pics since I started this account in 2006. Though they were far and few between, and much more visceral than the mostly 'tame' stuff I post now. This stuff is nothing new, perhaps just a bit more frequently. And I have also been labeling them in the title as snuff, to alert those that don't like that subject. None of the feedback I have gotten has dissuaded me from drawing or posting artwork like that, just makes me take a pause for a minute to consider other's point of view. Though there is always the 'Why did you click it?' excuse. I don't click stuff that I don't like. I don't reply on them, "WHY OH GOD WHY DID YOU POST THIS?!" I know what I like, and I know what I don't like, and view as I do.
It's not really snuff. As I had stated before, all of the 'snuff' art that I post isn't truly snuff, as it is merely a moment in time during the event, usually at climax. Snuff is defined by the entire event from pre to post death, and showing that the object of the film/art/writing is clearly dead. If there is no written or visual facts that they are dead, it's not a true snuff piece. In this way, I have very few pieces that are actually a snuff, or post mortem art/story.
Considering that you don't see them die, perhaps in my mind they are rescued right at the brink of death, to experience more of the same, or just as a first time event. Some one cuts the rope, opens the bag, dives down with an oxygen tank, or puts them back together.
Why snuff?
For the longest time, even my first stick figure arts had alot of death and 'snuff' themed elements in them. After a long thought about why I draw this type of art, I have come to the conclusion of this: It's all about peril.
As human beings (or animals with human cognizance) we can experience a wide array of emotions. A radiant sunny feel good piece of art, we can feel happy. With a blue and rainy sky, we can feel sad. Betrayal of an emotionally invested character can make us feel angry. The simple fact of any artist, no matter the meduim, to be able to pull an emotion from the viewer/reader is most of the goal. We look at art to feel an emotion, invoke a response from our audience.
With all the emotions we can feel, the potential for death, to have an end to everything we now experience is the strongest. It puts the viewer into a VERY uncomfortable situation where are reminded that at some point, they will be dragged kicking and screaming into the abyss that we call death.
Everyone will die. Some in their sleep, some in an accident, some even murdered, and the thought and mental feeling that there is a piece of cold steel, a hot round of lead, or a tight rope wrapped around their neck to terminate their life is a hard state of mind that no one wants to visit. It brings people to a state where they must face and end and evaluate their life as a whole, even if it doesn't flash before their eyes. That is why so many people that have a near death, or medically die, come back profoundly changed. They potentially saw what what waiting for them, saw how little they did with what little time they have on this earth and change that. Facing such a thing is life changing, literally.
People don't want to die, they don't want to think about the summation of their life. They would rather vicariously live and die through another. In movies, how many people does James Bond gun down in each film? How many on screen Kills does Schwarzenegger have? The fact is that we SEE death, and it does not effect us, we rejoice and cheer when the bad guy take the bullet to the head, but we do not feel it. Sitting down and consciously reading or viewing a piece of art that makes uncomfortable, facing the fact that we will die, on such an individual level of artist to you.
We have the ability to touch others, to force them to feel 'death' and all the emotions related to someone that knows they are going to die is a powerful tool. And the ultimatum of THE end brings forth more emotions and gut sinking feelings than what we ever want to face. It is the ultimate loss of control. Everything in life we can choose. What socks we wear, what clothes, what job and whether or not to have coffee. But we feel the most helpless when there is an event we cannot control. No amount of begging, pleading, no river of tears or mountain of cash can avert death. (Boy I'd love so slip the Reaper a couple Benjamins to avoid death) In this moment when we realize that we have lost control, our fear takes us and drive's it's black stake into our very soul. It rips bear our reality into realizing that we are just fragile husks who are but a hair away from death. With everyone fooling themselves that death can't come to them until we are old and frail, then it comes like a brick wall, running from a collapsing tunnel.
In the wake of death, we can summarize our character in a few moments. Do we shake and plead, or stand tall until we cannot anymore. Only those that have seen death, that have seen the color bleed from the face and the vivid tone of eyes fade into a dull glaze can face death strong, seeing it borne out before. And they still have hesitation.
It is in this moment that I find exhilaration, the ultimate peril that no permanently locked door, no turning into a sex toy, turned into a limp plush, or 'stuck forever' can bring about. Nothing ever comes close to the feeling of the ultimate peril, approaching the tip of the knife or even dancing on the edge. To pull up more emotion than the hottest zebra porn, more emotion than a period on a swing set, death or the possibility of death is very powerful. This is the ultimate loss of control, and freaks that say they can give up all control haven't flirted with this yet.
For me it's that thrill, through pictures and stories, to have all control taken on the brink of death or it's threat. Feelings you want to avoid. Thoughts you never want to think. The end. And it still scares the fuck out of me.
This is why I draw and write about 'snuff', it's the greatest thrill and mystery that no one can firmly answer.
Take a look (f you dare) at the 'snuff' stuff I draw. Nearly all of it is 'in time', taking place BEFORE they are actually dead.
I have taken an honest look at the 'snuff' art I draw, mainly because of a few people telling me to fuck off with the snuff art. Well, not that way, but that they are no longer watching me because I draw 'snuff'. While I don't record every day how many people actually watch me, I do sometimes try to draw something so grotesque that WILL make me loose watchers, kind of 'how far can I push the envelope' deal. And there are a few pictures, or a series of similar themed pics, that will actually drop down a watcher or two, but I just laugh. When I TRY to do something so horrible, it's for pure shock value.
Point of fact is that I have been drawing snuff or gore related pics since I started this account in 2006. Though they were far and few between, and much more visceral than the mostly 'tame' stuff I post now. This stuff is nothing new, perhaps just a bit more frequently. And I have also been labeling them in the title as snuff, to alert those that don't like that subject. None of the feedback I have gotten has dissuaded me from drawing or posting artwork like that, just makes me take a pause for a minute to consider other's point of view. Though there is always the 'Why did you click it?' excuse. I don't click stuff that I don't like. I don't reply on them, "WHY OH GOD WHY DID YOU POST THIS?!" I know what I like, and I know what I don't like, and view as I do.
It's not really snuff. As I had stated before, all of the 'snuff' art that I post isn't truly snuff, as it is merely a moment in time during the event, usually at climax. Snuff is defined by the entire event from pre to post death, and showing that the object of the film/art/writing is clearly dead. If there is no written or visual facts that they are dead, it's not a true snuff piece. In this way, I have very few pieces that are actually a snuff, or post mortem art/story.
Considering that you don't see them die, perhaps in my mind they are rescued right at the brink of death, to experience more of the same, or just as a first time event. Some one cuts the rope, opens the bag, dives down with an oxygen tank, or puts them back together.
Why snuff?
For the longest time, even my first stick figure arts had alot of death and 'snuff' themed elements in them. After a long thought about why I draw this type of art, I have come to the conclusion of this: It's all about peril.
As human beings (or animals with human cognizance) we can experience a wide array of emotions. A radiant sunny feel good piece of art, we can feel happy. With a blue and rainy sky, we can feel sad. Betrayal of an emotionally invested character can make us feel angry. The simple fact of any artist, no matter the meduim, to be able to pull an emotion from the viewer/reader is most of the goal. We look at art to feel an emotion, invoke a response from our audience.
With all the emotions we can feel, the potential for death, to have an end to everything we now experience is the strongest. It puts the viewer into a VERY uncomfortable situation where are reminded that at some point, they will be dragged kicking and screaming into the abyss that we call death.
Everyone will die. Some in their sleep, some in an accident, some even murdered, and the thought and mental feeling that there is a piece of cold steel, a hot round of lead, or a tight rope wrapped around their neck to terminate their life is a hard state of mind that no one wants to visit. It brings people to a state where they must face and end and evaluate their life as a whole, even if it doesn't flash before their eyes. That is why so many people that have a near death, or medically die, come back profoundly changed. They potentially saw what what waiting for them, saw how little they did with what little time they have on this earth and change that. Facing such a thing is life changing, literally.
People don't want to die, they don't want to think about the summation of their life. They would rather vicariously live and die through another. In movies, how many people does James Bond gun down in each film? How many on screen Kills does Schwarzenegger have? The fact is that we SEE death, and it does not effect us, we rejoice and cheer when the bad guy take the bullet to the head, but we do not feel it. Sitting down and consciously reading or viewing a piece of art that makes uncomfortable, facing the fact that we will die, on such an individual level of artist to you.
We have the ability to touch others, to force them to feel 'death' and all the emotions related to someone that knows they are going to die is a powerful tool. And the ultimatum of THE end brings forth more emotions and gut sinking feelings than what we ever want to face. It is the ultimate loss of control. Everything in life we can choose. What socks we wear, what clothes, what job and whether or not to have coffee. But we feel the most helpless when there is an event we cannot control. No amount of begging, pleading, no river of tears or mountain of cash can avert death. (Boy I'd love so slip the Reaper a couple Benjamins to avoid death) In this moment when we realize that we have lost control, our fear takes us and drive's it's black stake into our very soul. It rips bear our reality into realizing that we are just fragile husks who are but a hair away from death. With everyone fooling themselves that death can't come to them until we are old and frail, then it comes like a brick wall, running from a collapsing tunnel.
In the wake of death, we can summarize our character in a few moments. Do we shake and plead, or stand tall until we cannot anymore. Only those that have seen death, that have seen the color bleed from the face and the vivid tone of eyes fade into a dull glaze can face death strong, seeing it borne out before. And they still have hesitation.
It is in this moment that I find exhilaration, the ultimate peril that no permanently locked door, no turning into a sex toy, turned into a limp plush, or 'stuck forever' can bring about. Nothing ever comes close to the feeling of the ultimate peril, approaching the tip of the knife or even dancing on the edge. To pull up more emotion than the hottest zebra porn, more emotion than a period on a swing set, death or the possibility of death is very powerful. This is the ultimate loss of control, and freaks that say they can give up all control haven't flirted with this yet.
For me it's that thrill, through pictures and stories, to have all control taken on the brink of death or it's threat. Feelings you want to avoid. Thoughts you never want to think. The end. And it still scares the fuck out of me.
This is why I draw and write about 'snuff', it's the greatest thrill and mystery that no one can firmly answer.
this is the best and most clearly worded description or reasoning i have read yet
If you were to start using descriptive thumbnails, don't crop in to the part you're warning about. I see people who put up "warning! Dirty diapers" thumbnails that have the image cropped to the dirty diaper! WTF, missing the point people!
I will agree with Twigmouse, however. I do think that snuff art should have a thumbnail that has either a warning sign or text description, that way people don't have to see a graphic thumbnail pic.
Hope ya keep drawing more. ^^
Also, in response to your comment asking why people would post on something they find uncomfortable, you kind of answered that question yourself in the blog. People can respond in a variety of ways when they feel uncomfortable, especially over subject matter that offends them. Otherwise, they could click on the picture to attempt to gain a better understanding of its subject matter.
Those that have died in my pictures and stories have either chosen such a fate, or deserved it. Those that have chosen it have embraced the fact that it is the end. They have chosen to embrace the level of helplessness and utter peril that snuff entails have done so knowing that they have experienced their ultimate. Those that deserve it simply do, what they have done has lead up to the fact that they are too dangerous to live and thus their life is forfeit, curving into a somewhat sexual fantasy and describing in great detail their final minutes.
From my experience, as I can't speak for others, snuff comes from personal experience and the fact that several times I have come quite close to death, for it not the intervention of someone else, and the extreme arousal a situation like that made me. Once I was choking on a bit of Styrofoam that came from a toy, don;t ask me how it was in there, I decided to suck it out instead of letting it fall out. From there the first person details faded as it became caught in my throat.
I felt weird, panicked as my airway was blocked off. The adrenaline and crouching over to expel the impediment didn't work. Details became foggy and it seemed that the world moved to a viewpoint where I could see myself, choking on the sidewalk when the baby sitter rushed out, and grabbed my ankles to shake what ever it was out of my throat. I can see vividly, her with her hands around my ankles, shaking up and down until the piece of foam was expelled and I was toppled on my head, gasping the air of life. I remember things fading out, going limp and the tunnel closing in. Though the 3'd person, almost God view of me on the sidewalk the most. I was young, can't remember how old, but it was the first erection I'd received and after the fact of fear, was utterly exhilarating.
As I grew older, that experience was firmly implanted in my mind, and I began association with death to that of arousal and a sexual experience. When I was much older, perhaps like 21 or something (I don't remember event with age, just events and year and have to work it backwards) I said something to a friend and he came behind me and began to choke me out. I had already been tuned, like a Pavlovian dog, that the experience of passing out or death was a sexual factor. (And let's face it, very few people have a truly near death experience, as much as they say they did) In this few moments, I felt a great constriction, the pressure in my head and then eventually I passed out, but not before I had a partial orgasm. It was quite an experience.
Being a very late bloomer and sacred by my parents about the "horrors" of masturbation and sex, I was dry until I was 21, infact the night I turned 21. Bought some Jack, and had a jack in my drunken stupor. It was magical almost. But in my hormone, chastity phase of looking through erotic art and stories, I became attached to lots of ideas. With the pre orgasm drips every time I viewed a straitjacket or some bondage, it builds an attachment to certain things, and developing kinks without me knowing what it was. And longer story short, the sexual arousal I have felt from my near death, or like death experiences have created an internal 'kink' inside me, causing the same feelings when I see or draw such a thing.
You captured my attention and interest at http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2779770/ and honestly a ton of your fetishes are mine too. The stuff you come up with is great, Keep it up.