Swiss Orgy

Found Matthieu Bessudo’s work in the middle of an illustration safari—a drawing so clean, so perfectly composed, so committed to its own premise that it felt like proof drawing could still do something that mattered. You clicked for the title, I know. The work itself delivered on the promise.

That was a few weeks back. Since then I’ve been hunting through every illustrator working that register, chasing the same voltage, and I finally hit the wall. Brain’s exhausted. Can’t look at another erotic image without it feeling like work. The novelty evaporated around day ten, and now I’m just staring at shapes and lines and feeling nothing register.

So I’m taking a break. Few weeks off from the whole archive-diving thing—let my brain recover, let some other kind of image back in. Call it hentai-pause if the self-awareness amuses you. Just nothing with that charge for a while. I need the air to be different.