“We term sexual activity perverse when it has renounced the aim of reproduction and follows the pursuit of pleasure as an independent goal.”
Sigmund Freud
One night a group of friends, some of them being illustrators, came up with an idea to create a book with the subject of “sex, eroticism, and colors.” What came out of it is the illustrated compilation titled Cuando el negro se hace rosa (When black turns pink). Amaia Arrazola, Paula Bonter, Ricardo Cavolo, David de las Heras, María Herreros, Luonalvanova, Mariadiamantes, Sergio Mora, Conrad Rosel, and Chamo San are the authors of this work which deals with the differences between sexual fantasy and reality.
It’s a lewd tickling that warms our ears and paints our sweaty palms magenta. Or it can be the sensation that rises from deep within, a marvelous box that contains all that our eyes can’t see and what our bodies have yet to experience.
The mind is a palette we fill with unseen colors to illustrate our thoughts. The erotic game between our imagination and reality is the most arousing part of all. Possibilities start to unravel for our own pleasure when all those dirty thoughts take root within us. Nobody but ourselves can see what has driven us mad with desire and pleasure.
These images are the perfect way to transform all those sexual games that our own mind creates to roam free within our thoughts.
Our imagination paints everything that grazes between our legs, which then travels through our entire body and reaches our lips, reacting with a moan that tries to be quiet but can’t remain so.
Human creativity does not submit to limits that stop our desire to feel and reach deep into the unknown.
Black, pink, and something else fill the walls of the room that houses our most perverted fantasy, where a creature resembling a snake begins to coil itself into our desire, creating levels of satisfaction we would’ve never imagined possible.
Our mind allows us to pierce through the skin to see what hides beneath modesty and the masks we present to the world.
The shamelessness that is common within our fantasies allows us to fade into a never-ending sexual utopia where we are consumed from the inside out.
These illustrations give a dose of eroticism to nurture the imagination of those willing to unleash it and make it their own.
Translated by María Suárez
