As I worked on my conception of Nadia Richardson as a pin-up, I could not help but to compare my digital skill with that others. I know, bad habit. Yet there are several styles of digital art that I enjoy very much and really wont feel satisfied with my own work until it has the semblance of ‘quick-silver,’ and polish that earns most of those works, the acclaim they receive.

I have tended to comfort myself in my digital expression with desires to emulate reality. I blame the trauma of my youth for this. In eight grade, I shared my designs with a young lady by the name of Veronica. She took a look at my work and with scorn, says, “ You like to draw cartoons?”

As if cartoonists were not real artists. As if the skill of illustrating perspectives and illusions, or bending light and blending colors by hand, was a cheap trick and would never measure up with the standards of art, had in traditional spaces. Her voice haunts me at times the moment I ‘cell-shade,’ a piece of art. Yet I’ve always loved the ‘in-your-face,’ appeal of “Pop-Art.”

I’ve always enjoyed how people are enhanced by ‘street-art,’ and of course there is always Manga and Comic book art that generates a glorious belly laugh from me when I am finished with a project. I’ve come to miss the days when art was not about impressing people, receiving ratings, or how many impressions you can produce on Twitter. The days when you were merely expressing how one felt and had the freedom to do so.

In this nostalgia, I’ve kept in mind to enjoy Nadia Richardson. To take the challenge of not cell-shading in black and moving away from established comforts. There is relief in the use of the digital eraser and three-six hours in a day to work in peace on something erected for me and asked of others to just enjoy looking at.

My son’s mother was no better than Veronica when we were together. She never supported my style of art and so I never shared my talent with her. Yet we read much of the same comic books, liked the same movies, and she Cosplays for a living now. To be at odds with other creatives is never fun for me and there are days when I think if I can just make a piece of art that will make people love me, then I’d feel better. Stupid right? Art is not to be crafted to manipulate the minds of others. Only to share a story, entertain and move on. Everything changes and the best artists know how to flow with the times of change.

We illustrators create worlds and with the slash of ink upon the canvas, can obliterate them, gods, don’t have to be loved. They just are.

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My illustration of Nadia Richardson is filled with several elements, Water, Air, Fire, Stone, Metal and her overall spirit serves to make the project true to life and a lot of fun to produce.

Though I am comfortable with the human element, there are several functions I’m still not comfortable with and I hope to gloss over these moments and ‘wing it,’ as it were. With a lot of today’s artists there is difficulty in separating the elements of life from one another without the use of hard lines. I’ve noticed this in my own works and though it works well with paneling, sequential art and story boarding ; it’s hard to transfer such themes with concept art, without everything melting together like a bad acid trip. There are ways to cheat or to tediously overdo shadows and even the balance of light, but even then there is room for conceptual improvements. This being relative to what appeals to you at the time. Many enjoy stream-lined works of today, opposed to the classical textual designs of yesterday. As I work on Nadia, I find I was able to blend the two.

Metal works, or chrome art is a rather a dead stylistic technique. At least it was difficult to find images to reference from to ensure the look of metal or chrome was achieved, I find myself playing with all the shades of gray to produce a comfortable, relateable look for a metallic bridge standing over water.

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Though I have been enthralled in my modernization of classic themes, my thoughts have been bouncing around about the belief of the Modern Woman, that due to Men, male-toxicity, they are not afforded basic human rights and denied the ability to prosper in this life. They have devised to reeducate the world on the value of a woman and globally she is to be given a place, ‘equal,’ to men.

Yet, I find the current definition of Feminism, is the same corrupted path as that of BLM. Destroy every observed institution of thought, borrow what you like from the old, but certainly leave no stone unturned in search of eliminating the enemy of progress; Men.

This is an oversimplification of a very complex philosophy mind you. Surely a ‘real woman,’ can not see her bed complete, without that of a man; but that was my male ego desiring to believe today’s woman still contributes the need of a father to lead a family, paramount to a stable society. The feminists of the 19th century, though they wrote of worlds in which they had the prowess of a man to achieve a goal, did so in their skin despite the challenges of being mothers, or emotionally second to their male counter parts and denied resources for ‘higher education.’

Then life changed and every institution has afforded the accessibility of women to earn and retain the spot-light for the creations her mind could afford. Then came Amnesty International (AI) which has turned woman’s Suffrage- an idea no one would deny their lovely fair sexed partner and have sought to impose Sexual and Reproductive Rights, Freedom of Movement, Feminism, Intersectional Feminism, Gender Equality, Gender based violence, sexual violence, harassment, workplace disparagement, gender and orientation discrimination, CEDAW of 1979 ( Convention on the Elimination of all forms of discrimination against women) and International Laws, fusing them all together and to even the balance, directing these accusations against men for daring to be born.

The desire of Feminists has always achieved global appeal, but its true materialization was achieved in places like America, England and the overall Western Hemisphere.

At least that is all I’ve known my whole life. Badass women that were determined to take their talents and make the world bend to women opposed to men. I never argued with them and when they joined the military or police force, I never doubted their patriotism to be any more or less than that of men.

Women like Marlene Dietrich and Josephine Baker or fashion designer and anti-Semite Coco Chanel, all three took the occupation conventionally associated with men, (spies) and showed themselves to be equal to men.

I can dig through history and find those who lived and died in hopes of solidifying freedom but keeping with modern times, I’d highlight the actions of Ashlyn Harris and Ali Krieger who appear on the world stage as supporters of “equal pay.” Of course they were not able to convince the USSF that they deserved a higher wage, so they left the league. (I’ve always thought that if they really wanted the money, they would simply work harder to prove they deserve it?)

Yet their stated goals are to “Change the Culture,” of the world that has always loved it’s women; with no real direction of what that means besides cutting the availability of financial gain in half, while demanding the rest of the world pay for it.

This is a dream Nadia Richardson is willing to implode for the sake of the beauty found in man. The defense of the male organism from the scientific journals, psychoanalysts, and overall deranged and schizophrenic, becomes tiresome. I was looking for weather reports in the database of the Discovery Institute and found Scott S. Powell’s diatribe against Anti-fa and BLM. He has yet to see how Amnesty International, with means of mass communication desires to empower a generation of women, who with impunity, would seek to bankrupt a successful male enterprise.

I’ve been able to explain much of how the world is, yet I’ve not discussed how Nadia places herself in it. Money and the security of it is a motivation for her and ensures she will remain a prostitute, even if better economic standards are devised. Yet the legalization of her trade

(( https://twitter.com/willsworldview/status/1296153911099830273?s=20 )) would mean an overall regulation by an indiscriminate government, upon her purse. Of course there is sure to be a lot of argument over what is deemed a fair wage and fair tax, but on the onset of these debates, many of her ‘sisters,’ will be corralled by the government who due to insecurities of litigation, will have them arrested. Not for Nadia mind you. The exchanging of funds for sex is still illegal and she will remain underground as long as she has collateral that ensures her world travel. As long as no one can successfully run a brothel in the open she is just fine with her tax free payments. The envious women, screaming for equal pay will be the first to be impounded by the FEDS the moment they don’t disclose where there excessive lifestyle is coming from. For most of them like Prince Harry and Meghan Markle , Arabs and Russians fill their purses.

Nadia is an American and there are few billionaires around willing to make her purr. Labron James couldn’t even afford her. With Covid-19 going around no one can afford her and with the onset of war-starvation and the impending boiling over riots set to induce martial law or 18 moths of shutdowns upon the metropolis’s of America, making any money seems bleak. Half the time she wonders if she should not get in her car, drive to the airport and move to Africa like everyone else. Politics is not her thing and not being able to pin the blame for her current unemployment on anything besides rules of not being allowed financial independence due to the oversight of an intrusive government is a massive headache.