I am a woman. I love men. And women. And myself. Most of the time.
My work is an ode to women that love men and women and themselves, most of the time.
To women that love themselves so much that they can freely say they love men. Or whomever. Even themselves.
I don’t create images to arouse men. I am aroused by men. And women. And my own imagination.
I create images as an ode.
As an ode to living one’s sexuality, embodiement and gender spectrum freely, in it’s own way and speed.
To sexual desire expressed blatantly and clearly and equally received. Without shame or disguises.
To bodies. With its perfect flaws and shades of grey. Full bodies with hair skin smell and fluids. Bodies that age, that take us to heaven and hell, that are worth dying for.
To sex. With its mismatches and implosions.
To gender with it’s fluidity and redefined lines.
To living and feeling mostly.