There is a specific kind of tension found in the intersection of the primal and the prohibited. When we look at works under the "Tsumibukai Yokubou" (Sinful Desire) label, we aren't just looking at aesthetics; we are looking at the parts of ourselves we often keep submerged.
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It invites the viewer to ask questions: