I love the female form, the curves, the crevices, the divots and the lines. It is my body, the bodies of my friends, women I admire, women I have loved or touched. The flesh of the female feels different under my hands, and rendering it in paint, digital photography or moving image is a sculptural process whereby I reclaim each part of myself as it is painted on canvas, lit and captured into still and moving frames. Is it narcisstic to find the beauty in one’s own body, outside or through the costumes of popular imagery? I explore the layers of who I am in the sexual, the beautiful, the visceral, the messy flesh that I have learned to see with an eye outside myself.
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