"Everything that is strong in me has gone into my art work"
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A confession disguised as a flex: Robert Crumb frames strength not as charisma, confidence, or public virtue, but as something he’s siphoned off and deposited onto the page. The line has the blunt, unromantic honesty that runs through his comics - a medium built for exaggeration, then used by Crumb to expose whatever exaggeration is already there: sexual appetite, shame, paranoia, spite, yearning. “Everything that is strong” implies there isn’t much left over for ordinary life. The subtext is transactional: his work didn’t merely express him; it consumed him, concentrating whatever force he had into drawings that could survive him, speak for him, and maybe excuse him.
The phrasing matters. “Strong in me” isn’t “good in me.” Crumb’s art has never promised moral uplift; it promises intensity. He’s pointing to the engine, not the halo. In the context of underground comix, that reads as both an artistic mission statement and a defensive posture. Crumb became a lightning rod for charges of misogyny and ugliness because he refused the era’s pieties as much as he refused mainstream polish. This line quietly insists: judge the work as the true measure of the man, because the man has already been poured into it.
There’s also a bleak pragmatism here. For artists who feel socially outmatched, art becomes a venue where control, potency, and even brutality can be rehearsed without consequence - except the consequence of being seen. Crumb admits he chose that bargain and cashed it in.
The phrasing matters. “Strong in me” isn’t “good in me.” Crumb’s art has never promised moral uplift; it promises intensity. He’s pointing to the engine, not the halo. In the context of underground comix, that reads as both an artistic mission statement and a defensive posture. Crumb became a lightning rod for charges of misogyny and ugliness because he refused the era’s pieties as much as he refused mainstream polish. This line quietly insists: judge the work as the true measure of the man, because the man has already been poured into it.
There’s also a bleak pragmatism here. For artists who feel socially outmatched, art becomes a venue where control, potency, and even brutality can be rehearsed without consequence - except the consequence of being seen. Crumb admits he chose that bargain and cashed it in.
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