AranaszarSzuur - I'd be loathe to draw conclusions about an artists or illustrators intimate life from their works (Warhol was gay despite idealising Monroe) - to me these are impersonal cultural symbols, used to describe a fantasy world that is a dark mirror of our own - it's still very much satire. Although I'm sure he has a lot of creative freedom Blanches works are part of a corporate commercial endeavour, and no doubt takes some direction, feedback and editorial from others. On the other hand, it's just ink on paper - it's the viewers brain that does the rest.
I agree that the smaller breast belongs to the Maiden archetype (of which the Huntress is a sub-branch) and the larger breast belonging to the Mother, and that perhaps that speaks to the smaller-breasted figures as the Mother and Crone are less likely to be 'adventurers'.
Boris Vallejeo (1983)
I don't know Erny, works of art don't just fall from the sky like rain, nor sprout from the chin due to hormones, they are the products of the hands and minds of thinking human beings. A piece of fantasy art is not a simple act of nature that we have to shrug and accept as a fact of life - nothing has any meaning until we give it to it.
Of course there is a place for sub-dom barbarian,
Gorean fantasy if that's your cup of tea, same with shoe fetishism or whatever. The feminist position is that images reflect more than just bedroom fantasies but are part of a wider cultural myth that reinforces and reflects the inequality of the sexes. Existentialist view is that all these myths are enslaving humanity into behavioural falsehoods - the kind of hypermasculine hero that Chevvy Chase and Thrud are sending up are just as restrictive an idea to the existentialist view of freedom as the submissive. Besides, the 30/40k 'universe' of heroin chic dollymops in kinky boots and anonymous heavyweight human tanks is
not just marketed at teenage boys any more.
Fulgrim however does seems to reflect upon the existential plight of the objectified female figure in 'art' in an almost knowing manner. Something we haven't really touched on yet is Blanches graphic language in the Heresy works - it's red, sepia and black, scratchy pen-work, splatters and integrated hand-written scrawls begin to mind cartoonist Ralph Steadman.
Like Steadmans, Blanche in the Heresy works appear hurried, stabbed things, insipid yellows and gory reds like bodily fluids. The drawings don't take on the neutral, mechanical reproductions of surface reality, or the airbrushed aping of it. They consciously draw attention to their made-ness, their existence as drawings not mere attempts to The graphic, gestural conjuration of the scathing cartoonist implies that the subjects are being critically represented rather than being praised. The pen draws scorn. They are not rendered in lovingly faux-oil-painting surface - compare to Frazettas robust, bold gestures, form-giving brush strokes like a mud drenched Cézanne, or Vajello's slick glossy cinemascopic tones, the viewer is not invited to imagine we are looking at a real or hyper-real thing. Rather it is under-real, grubby, visceral object. There is no gender-disparity in the approach of style, the Null-Maidens and Space Marines are equally deserving of the sharp end of the pen. It lends the whole an anti-heroic (dare I say 'punk'?) acidic edge.
If you want to see Adidas and Converse, we need look no further than works of Ashley Wood and Jamie Hewlett. Heck, Puma even put Bode on their sneakers.