Without a doubt Michael Kirwan’s illustrations are sexually charged, quite often even pretty horny—but they are also a witty distillate of gay lust and realities. It’s seeing, understanding and painting: Kirwan doesn’t care for soft-focus and smooth idolization of beauty; comparable to Otto Dix he rather gets inspired by mere lust than high-gloss desires. His idea of sex is not about after shave and eau de toilette, it’s about sweat and hot breath.
This unashamedly depiction on greedy maleness
isn’t something ordinary for sure, and the reader will be rewarded richly.