Mirrors of Fall


I can safely say that I’m obsessed with drawing the Joy twins. Chapter two of Crying will be released soon and I’m excited to finally start introducing more characters to you guys! Including the twins.

A lot of images and concepts I’ve gone of the twins have been very cheeky and playful – Which they are. But they are very much ladies boys, capturing the woman that hits their line of vision is something of a competition between the two, in fact – They’re not fussed by what sex they encounter! It’s all about the pleasure thing, baby!

As you may or may not have gathered, (If you’ve taking a flip through CD chapter one) you may realise that the pleasure thing is very much highlighted within the story. I’m a raging pervert, yes, but I didn’t want sexual encounters in the story just because of the obsession with sex. No, because it’s another form of greed and lust.

Crying Data takes on a lot of mythical stories, some Greek. What kicked off mythology for me was Plato’s explanation on love and our ‘other half’.

According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. “…and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other’s sight, as I may say, even for a moment…

– Plato, The Symposium

Now we know a symposium is a meeting, or a ‘drinking party’ for Ancient Greece. The equivalent of our lectures and academic meetings. You’ll have to bare with me with my Greek knowledge, I mainly look into Roman and Latin terms. The Romans had something similar where they told literature, much like what the symposium did, called a Convivium which is the Latin term of feast.

All I’m getting from our fabulous Ancient Greeks and Romans are that they’re giant muncher lounging around all day talking about stories! Why wasn’t I born within that generation again?!

Anyway, it was at a symposium that Plato stated him famous quotes. If you haven’t looked into The Symposium look into it here. It’s a bit of a read but fantastic all the same. If you’ve read my first chapter and will continue to do so with future works, you’ll find that I’m highly inspired by Plato’s work. Who Church is as a person, as a species, you’ll find that the quote that I’ve laid out above suits him.

Now I’m not a soppy writer to for-fill women’s fantasies or to comfort those randy teenagers. No, I write for adults with meaning. I’ve had a lot of people come up to me, that I even know personally go; “That, uh, first few pages of yours were pretty interesting. Very graphic.” And a lot more quotes quite similar. All I can say fellow reader, if you can’t handle two drawn naked bodies going at it like rabbits, then maybe you haven’t hit adulthood just yet. It’s like watching a film with your parents and a random sex scene appears and you turn into a giant tomato, and more than likely scared for frigging life!

I won’t lie, I like drawing people in those situations. When people say ‘graphic’ it makes me think that I’ve drawn a load of wieners and vajajas and smacked them across your face. Come off it, I’m not drawing pornography. Just tasty porn, jeez! I don’t drew genitals, I draw the naked body, something that we’ve all seen before, we’re all human – A bit of skin isn’t scary! Nor is the act of love making, it’s meant to be a beautiful connection between two people. But once again, I guess that’s something else society has tabooed again? Same with poop, I turn around and tell people I’m going for a dump, they act like I’ve just said I’m going to drown a load of cute puppies and kittens before their very eyes! God forbid! We all produce waste! Oh, the humanity!

Naked bodies?! Oh, the humanity!


Screw you lot, my naked drawings make me, me. If you can’t handle it, come back another time and I’ll go through the process of how babies are made, if you still think a frigging stalk brings the whining things to your doors.

God, I can be mean. But hey, this is the internet, who isn’t? I could be like this I real life for all you know. Well, I really do announce my bowel movements. It’s entertaining watching them squirm!

What if the man could see Beauty Itself, pure, unalloyed, stripped of mortality, and all its pollution, stains, and vanities, unchanging, divine,…the man becoming in that communion, the friend of God, himself immortal;…would that be a life to disregard?

-Plato, The Symposium

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