The Embarrassing Truth Behind My “Sexy” Art

So here’s the piece: a curvy nude woman, balanced in a high kick, casually supporting a cat on her raised leg like it’s just another Tuesday.

It looks intentional.

It looks confident.

It even looks a little… seductive.

What it doesn’t look like is the truth behind it.

Which is:

this all started with me standing in my kitchen in my underwear… balancing my cat like an idiot.

Yeah. That’s the origin story.

Image: Person kneels among stacked cardboard shipping boxes indoors. Two orange tabby cats cuddle close; one shows a white paw. Amazon logos visible. Cardboard scratcher nearby.

Let’s rewind a little…

A few years ago, I had dinner with one of my high school art teachers—about 10 or 15 years after I’d graduated.

Halfway through the meal, she leans in and goes:

“Okay, I have to ask you something. All of us teachers used to wonder this… but it never felt appropriate back then.”

I already knew this was going somewhere dangerous.

“How is it,” she continued, “that a blind person can create such beautiful… erotic female bodies?”

And then she hits me with this:

“We used to speculate that you must be getting a lot of action with girls.”

I nearly choked on my food.

Image: Metal relief shows a nude woman arched back on a stool, arm braced behind. Head tipped up, breasts lifted proudly, shower cascading, textures pulsing.

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The very unsexy truth

I told her the truth.

It started with action figures.

Yep. Plastic, six-inch, overly muscular, probably anatomically questionable action figures. That was my foundation.

But over time, I realized something wasn’t quite right. My work had structure… but it didn’t feel alive. It didn’t have that natural softness, that subtle realism, that… sensuality.

So I hit a very real problem:

How does a blind guy learn the intricacies of the human body?

More specifically…

who’s going to let me touch them for research?

Image: A small anime-style female figurine with long orange hair and pale skin is posed upside down on a clear plastic stand. She’s wearing a black bikini. One leg is extended outward while the other is bent, creating a dramatic inverted pose. Her arms are bent near her torso, and her face is turned toward the camera. Behind her is a printed fantasy-style image with a large tree and warm orange-green colors, with a yellow vertical edge on the right and a red edge on the left.

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Terrible advice, and one very good idea

At one point, I actually brought this up to my parents.

My dad, in what I can only describe as a deeply questionable parenting moment, said:

“Why don’t you just touch your mom?”

    ... UH? WTF! NO!

Yeah. No.

We’re not doing that. Ever.

Thankfully, my mom stepped in like the voice of reason and said:

“Why don’t you come shopping with me? You can study the mannequins.”

And just like that, my artistic training took a very… public turn.

Image: A realistic-style female doll with long wavy light-brown hair and light skin is posed reclining on one hip on a black base. She’s wearing an orange two-piece outfit; the top is open at the center and the bottoms are high-waisted. One leg is bent and lifted, the other extends outward. Her right hand holds a small black object, and her left arm is bent behind her for support. The setting looks like an indoor room with shelves and assorted items in the background.

The mannequin years (aka: how to look like a total creep)

So there I was.

A teenager.

In clothing stores.

Casually… feeling up mannequins.

Arms, legs, waist, posture, fabric folds—you name it, I was studying it.

To me, it was education.

To everyone else?

Probably looked like I needed supervision.

But hey… it worked.

Image: This tactile work shows a naked woman kneeling on a stage, playing her flute while a restless cobra escapes from its crate under the stage.

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And then came heartbreak… in art class

There was also that one time in high school art class.

The assignment? Partner up and create a body cast.

You know, the kind where one person lies down, and the other carefully layers glue and paper over their body to form a mold.

I got paired with a girl.

Teenage me?

Thrilled.

Her response?

“Lay down. You are not touching me.”

No discussion. No negotiation. Just… absolute shutdown.

So instead of learning anything about the human form, I spent the entire project getting very familiar with wet glue and paper.

Romantic. Inspiring. Truly a turning point in my artistic journey. 🙃

Image: A shiny metal relief shows a nude figure bent over a raised bed-like surface. The torso leans down, hair falling forward, one arm dangling, and the legs extend back and upward in a tense, erotic curve. Small embossed objects sit on the surface beside her.

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Secret study sessions at home

Now here’s where things get a little more “on brand.”

My father had a collection of erotic and nude statues displayed in cabinets at home.

And whenever I was left alone…

Yeah. Those cabinets didn’t stay closed.

I’d take those pieces out and study them carefully—

the curve of an arm, the tension in a leg, the way fabric clings and folds, how a pose creates emotion.

That was probably the closest thing I had to a proper “figure drawing class.”

Image: A framed metal relief shows a nude mermaid posed in a slow, inviting arch: her long hair streams back, her breasts pushed forward, and her tail curls up as if lifting her hips. She rests on a textured, wave-like bed, the shiny surface catching highlights along her curves. Braille sits near the upper right, while shells and small starfish line the bottom like a shoreline.

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Why the body matters so much to me

On top of all that, I’ve spent over 30 years training, fighting, and teaching martial arts.

So my understanding of the human body isn’t just visual—it’s physical.

I know balance.

I know tension.

I know what it feels like to hold a pose, to shift weight, to control movement.

Which brings us right back to this piece.

Image: In the center, a woman in gray workout clothes swings a blue training pad toward a man in a white martial-arts uniform who is holding it. Two people sit against the wall on the left, and a woman stands on the right near a folding room divider.

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Full circle… back to the kitchen

Standing there, cooking dinner.

Cat in my arms.

Leg raised in a high kick.

Trying to balance him like some kind of martial arts circus act.

And thinking:

“Wow… I look ridiculous.”

Then immediately:

“…but if this were a curvy nude woman, this would actually be kind of hot.”

And that’s how this piece was born.

Image: An orange tabby cat, Aslan, lies on a wooden table, stretching both paws upward eagerly toward Johnny’s outstretched hand, capturing a playful, affectionate moment between them in a cozy setting.

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So yeah… that’s the secret

Not wild romantic adventures.

Not some mysterious artistic gift.

Just:

• Action figures
• Mannequins
• Awkward art class trauma
• Secret statue study sessions
• Martial arts
• And one very confused guy in a kitchen with his cat

Art comes from weird places.

Sometimes embarrassing ones.

But if you’re willing to follow those moments…

you might just end up creating something worth touching.

Image: A teal-green metallic relief showing a side-profile human figure on the left, with shoulder-length hair, holding a long flute or pipe to their mouth. Their arms are bent, hands positioned along the instrument. Near the top is a short line of braille, but it isn’t clear enough to transcribe accurately from this image.

On the right is a large cobra with its hood flared, rising up from a basket. The basket has a crisscross pattern. The background is mostly smooth but has bright reflective streaks running down the center.

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