This artwork makes me feel so conflicted. I feel a sense of sympathy for the reoccurring digs At-Tan has to deal with, yet at the same time, I feel insulted, even when I know I have no right to be. I'm guilty. I must admit that I feel called out by this artwork, though I know that it's just my sense of shame swelling. I'm the guy on the right who objectifies, because creating vapid digital art that only taps into base desires is the easiest thing to do. I really wish I could truly dig deep and create something more meaningful. Something akin to this, I guess.
This art is truly eye-opening and inspiring in a sense that it addresses an aspect of my subconscious that I don't like to think about. I try to pass it off as "part of my nature" despite knowing full well that I can control it. This is the first post involving At-Tan I've seen, so I'm sorry if the meaning flew over my head, if I'm reading into it too much, or if I'm not caught up on some storyline or something.