A man cave, sometimes a mantuary or manspace, is a male sanctuary, such as a specially equipped garage, spare bedroom, media room, basement, or cardboard box. Size doesn't matter, rather, it's the notion of escape, a sanctuary from the world of work and women. That is what matters. It is not a cave but rather a metaphor for a place of dwelling where one can indulge in being a man. For some it's cars, other its sports but for me it's science fiction. It is here that I inject my mind with the eye of terror and bring the world of Warhammer 40k to life.
Deep within my man cave, a spare bedroom, I find refuge from the onslaught of reality. Surrounded in the ascetics of an artistic landscape I stimulate my brain waves with creative inspiration. A world with my own world. The lining of my man cave are adorned with the art of my favourite artists. From Eric Joyner's world of robots and donuts to Skinner's underworld of daemonic entities to lesser known folk artists. Each piece injecting my cerebral cortex with a fruit cocktail of creativity. For me they offer a chance to escape into an alter reality where ones perception of the world around them can be altered.
The dark alter that I use as to escape into the forty first millennium sits amongst these modern day Andy Warhols. Vast in its workspace it offers me the ability to spread out my creative thoughts. At times it is a sanctuary of emptiness but during my demiurges I defile its holiness. Unshackling my mind from the restraints of my daily life I fornicate my imagination onto the chaotic models scattered about it. Each one a relic of the chaos. Each one dancing before my eyes as I fill in the lines with a kaleidoscope of colours.
Not limiting my colour palette to fifty shades of grey I pleasure myself the fetish of others. Testing the boundaries of my artistic abilities with Kidrobot's vinyl figures. I exploit their Dunnies and Munnies into the likeness of my minds own filth. My latest exploitations have me once again fondling the euphoric figures of robots. This time I find myself drilling deep into the private world of Ashley Wood. Focusing on his World War Robot and Action Portable toy lines I have been diligently collecting a wide array of his figures. Not one to limit myself I have been collecting some of his DIY pieces of work.
At the far end of my cave one will find the essence of my soul focusing on the art collection that adorns its walls. Laying on the sofa that provides a place of rest it giggles in delight at the sanctuary that I have created. A place where I can escape from the onslaught of life. A place where I can dwell in the dungeons of hell and slay the dragon like demons of my dreams. A place that I can call my own; a man cave.