This drawing has been developing above the urinal in the bathroom I frequent when I arrive at work. Tuesday night, the drawing had just the red lines. I had to resist the urge to pull out my pencil and correct the breasts and give them gravity. Last night, I was surprised by all the additions. She has hair now, though it makes her head too narrow, which is a common mistake less experienced artists make. And she has nipples. And, curiously, she has a penis. That’s why I took a picture. The penis is not pointed at her; it is jutting away from her. So it is hers. Is this an homage to Plato’s Symposium? Proof that Freud was right and young men are obsessed with their mothers’ missing penises? Art created by a lover of transsexuals? Or someone into futanari? Whatever the impulse, I love that she’s coming an angry bird.
Gotta love the archaeology of graffiti. This reminded me of a book of Blake’s Four Zoas by Magno and Erdman I bought in 1987: it contained ex-rays of the manuscript pages left behind when he died. The x-rays reveal what Blake’s wife Catherine erased, perhaps to protect her husband’s reputation. They turn out to be pretty sexually explicit. I looked on-line for some examples from this book but couldn’t find any. But one image that recurs — and what reminded me of this graffito you photographed — is visible on-line
http://www.kerrydennehy.com/2012/05/08/stereoscope-blake-of-the-shtetl/
In the upper left hand corner of the Fuseli image is a winged penis. Ejaculating a bird, winged penis, what’s the difference really?