Eric Stanton was an individual who chose to follow his own muse; one of those unique American artists that I admire, like Henry Darger, David Lynch, Gene Bilbrew, Russ Meyer.
Although most people see him as
an illustrator, a mere cartoonist, I see him as something
more—an artist who showed enough courage to be himself even if that
meant challenging convention or stereotypes.
He also had a wicked sense of humor, which shines through in his art.
In many ways, Eric Stanton’s presence helped me to figure out this novel, not only suggesting what might happen—ideas for it—but even structurally.
In the end, I broke down the book
into 3 long acts:
Each section named after works by Eric Stanton.
He lived his last years in obscurity
and passed away quietly in 1999, unknown to most people, but to this day his spirit hangs over me.
I dedicated this novel to Eric Stanton and Russ Meyer, two outsider artists working in sexploitation medium.
But I especially dedicate it to Eric Stanton.
Lest he be forgotten, this is my tribute.