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A Note From The Artist:

You might be wondering when you first find VenusIslandGirl.com, well, "What the fuck?"

Well, I understand that. It's a bunch of pictures of women with what some might consider exaggerated, and even, as some have commented, grotesque features. Most wearing clothing that they'd would get them arrested on the Main Street of your hometown. But for the most part, they do wear clothing, however scanty.

A few years ago, I decided to do some pinup work as a hobby and would create and customize female and male 'morphs' - modified and re-textured versions of some popular 3D models such as Victoria 4 or Michael 4 from Daz Studios, along with a few others.

A few years before that, I had invented a role-playing game based on a fictional tropical island country called Carnipelago. The game no longer exists for several reasons, the most recent being a disagreement with a Canadian one-man hosting company over his surly lack of concern for customers who did not kiss his ass or pay through the nose for his services. As of yet, the game is homeless, and may remain that way since it was a labor of love among friends, many of whom have gone their separate ways or have lost interest in text-based RPGs. Understandable. Most are still friends.

The game bore an interesting theme and after the game play dwindled, I began writing a long series of short stories based on it, many of which have yet to be, but will be, published. Extracts of which are available at thesilverseal.com which is the precursor, and perhaps more long-winded companion, to VenusIslandGirl.com.

So, given that, when I decided to create pinups based on my own personal sophomoric and idealized ideas of female and male beauty, I used the theme of Carnipelago as a backdrop for them. I personally am attracted to interesting women with intelligence, skill, or an engaging personality, or all three. So, while I am creating what many could, perhaps justifiably, consider a crass objectification of women, I find myself concerned about what these characters I was creating would actually be like within the boundaries of the fictional theme I was adhering to - who they actually were - what they did for fun or for a living, their histories, and their goals in life. It's probably crazy, and sometimes I wish I didn't have to write an entire biography and resume for every little character in my "girly pictures." But I for some reason, I do.

Probably because more than an artist (and it may be a stretch to consider myself that, but I do), I'm a writer.

In a lot of my stories, forthcoming or otherwise, there are references to the fictional pop culture of the islands, including several fictional periodicals, including Venus Island Girl, a "Cosmopolitan" turned "Maxim". So, deciding to do a more prurient website of my strictly pinup (T&A, cheesecake) work, I figured it would be fun to bring the fictional magazine to life. It is. So here we are.

For the fictional account of the glossy, check this out.

The fictional era is the 1980's. A time before the internet and cell phones saturated our lives and leashed us to devices that we now seem lost without. In Carnipelago, they don't have such things. In fact, even though they do have some forms of the technologies of that decade, they still use homing pigeons, old school telephone operators, don't have access to new cars and usually ride jalopies, tuk-tuks, and pedicabs. And they don't have cable. Just one old-fashioned broadcast television station.

And they wear very little clothing. Probably less than might be considered appropriate in the America of the disco era, but it was a rather carefree time - before the shock of AIDS made us all a little more prudent. But this isn't America, it's a fantasyland. Tropical, somewhat satirical, with lots of high heels, torn denim, fishnet and spandex. If that particular clothing style makes you tingle, welcome!

You can safely ignore all the thematic trivia and still enjoy the site. I think. In fact, I applaud you for reading this far.

- Cotton

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