In my own artistic career, I've dabbled in a variety of mediums. But I'm not a male torso sculptor in the sense of someone who works with three-dimensional space as a medium. That is to say, the images I create are virtually always based on a surface, such as a wall, canvas, or book. That is to say, I am primarily a 'book' artist, i.e. one who creates symbols on a surface.
Male torso sculpting, on the other hand, is the art of making things happen in real life. It's completely another realm than graphic design. Its claim to be the most sublime of all the visual arts has a serious foundation that has been virtually unquestioned since Michelangelo, owing to the fact that it is extremely difficult.
To construct a torso that is as real in space as my own figure, that reads from any point of view while being full and complete in itself, that's a big aesthetic and philosophical challenge, isn't it?
Artists need a break from flatwork now and then, so attempt something 'in the round.' While individuals may feel like tourists in three - dimensional, the challenges of deciphering a completely spatial image usually pique their interest.
I suddenly recognized that it is the human torso as a material that attracts me, rather than all sculpture. It also inspires me to create male torso art. And a type of curtain opened into the immense library of art history that dwells in my consciousness, where many torsos of art, not only in visual art, but also in dance, theater, sports, and fashion, were waiting for me to notice.
I've realized that the male torso is a key medium that has acted as an artistic metaphor for the deepest spiritual and emotional aspects we want to express about being human for ages. As a result, I've been studying the torso as a significant media for the past year.
I began by studying male torso art in books, then museums, and finally, reexamining male torso sculptures created by friends. In general, artists are always looking for new ways to portray the traits they wish to express, much as how a desert carapace (shell) left abandoned by an evolving insect looks to uncannily still reflect the life that previously occupied it.