My art is born from a maddening fantasy: the desire to love an unattainable muse. Each drawing is a Lover Letter traced through absence, shaped by desire.
I use the line to mark what the body forgets or longs for.
My digital drawings live in a space between reality and fantasy. I offer fragments of myself, never the whole. Even when I reveal, I obscure. Lines form my intimacy, but they are never entirely mine.
The erotic energy behind each piece is ravenous, yet undefined. There is no narrative, no before or after. Just the cruelty of desire made visible.
The line is sacred. The tension is ritual. My work doesn't chase realism, nor abstraction. It is a study in explicit eroticism rising from implicit needfrom a lack that draws itself.
— Japi Honoo
ART-ist of obscene tenderness
