Étienne is an outstanding Belgian portraitist. You’d swear he was born with a pencil in his hands. Even before he entered kindergarten, he was sketching faces with a vivid resemblance. During a visit from his uncle Arthur, he noticed how his godfather’s cheeks were sporting a three-day beard. Fascinated by this interesting look, Étienne penciled a portrait of such accuracy that everyone encouraged him to pursue, offering himself or herself as a model. The drawings of his mother and his two sisters were not bad, but lacked a certain sparkle. Those of his father and his older brother, both sporting mustaches, triggered a spontaneous admiration: “We have to pay for drawing lessons; who knows, maybe Étienne will become a famous artist”, said the father.
Throughout his primary and secondary education, the young artist took evening classes and made remarkable progress. Pencil lines now dance across the canvas, so well that his drawings often win first prizes. When Etienne turned 18, it was obvious that he was more at ease in weaving portraits of men not as they are, but as he dreams them to be: hairy and beefy. He can be described as a passionate illustrator capturing the essence of masculinity in a powerful and singular way. His works depict hairy, robust men, imagined and dreamed through a personal lens of virility, where strength and vulnerability coexist.
Étienne’s drawings aren’t mere portraits; they’re vessels for the idealized versions of men he encounters, tinged with naivety and a hint of shyness. Each stroke is a quest to immortalize the essence of masculinity, capturing not just the stoic facade, but the whispers of vulnerability and hidden dreams that lie beneath. More than just drawings, his art work is a testament to a world where sensitivity and strength dance in harmony, a world built stroke by stroke, fueled by the fire of artistic devotion.
At 20, Étienne is ready for his first solo exhibit in Brussels: Pour l’amour du mec poilu – Uit liefde voor de harige man (For the love of the hairy dude). He has meticulously printed close to twenty art works, ensuring quality, bringing every stroke to life on paper. Visitors can admire a furry gorilla, a beasty punk, a bodybuilder whose white jock straps contrast with his black hairy thighs, a policeman showing his furry butt eager to be fucked, two men kissing while frotting their hairy pecs, an army guy with a 9-inch (22.8 cm) pink hard-on contrasting with his furry stomach, a rising sun fighter cub, a series of hairy butt close-ups labelled Belgian, German, Swedish, Arab, and Canadian (looked like a lumberjack to me).
To get into the mood for his artistic creation, Étienne invites at least three hairy guys whom he kisses passionately before sniffing their armpits, sucking their cock, eating their furry shit hole and fucking their awesome hairy butt. Each dude participates in the orgy, sometimes getting into fisting, BDSM or kinky sex. All the mature virile fun is captured on video and serves to inspire Étienne in giving a voice to awesome male hairy body parts.
The detail of the artist’s drawings is breathtaking. Each one is a unique piece, designed to enrich any gay guy’s collection or bring character to his living or bedroom. Étienne meticulously prints his works to ensure exceptional quality, bringing every pencil stroke to life on paper. With each print, you don’t just receive art—you receive a story, a vision, and a glimpse into the artist’s world. I attended Étienne’s exhibit online, and what stands out is the love of masculinity, of virility that can be summarized in this statement: “Dude, mature, experienced, distinguished: a guy who has it all.” I did not hesitate to buy two prints: El Hombre and Furry Back. I want to hang them side by side on the wall at the foot of my queen size bed. Both show the kind of hairy ass that I love to kiss, sniff, caress, fun-spank and lick before tongue-twisting my way deep inside.
El Hombre and Furry Back will be sent in a roll and I intend to either get them laminated or showcase them in a striking black metal frame. My plan is to present these two virile art pieces during a party attended by five or six hairy guys who like to wearing a jockstrap and to engage into rimming. After having sipped each a bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne, we will get undressed (except for the jockstrap) and position ourselves in a circle to sniff and eat a yummy ass hole. I know some of you think that rimming is a prelude to fucking. It may well happen. What I prefer is kissing a guy on the shit hole and on the mouth, back and forth – I find that so tasty –, then standing up to do cock fencing, and ending up by jerking off with frenzy.
