I found myself serving a sentence of public denial from the very second the raid on my apartment happened.
What I'm good at is making art.
There isn't a person alive who doesn't like being caressed.
My hope is that the work is in some way counter-pinup. A pinup asks you to suspend interest in who the person is and occupy yourself entirely with looking at the body and fantasizing about what you could do with that body, completely ignoring how the person might feel about it.
I am fascinated by the human body and all its evolutions.
A virulent, aggressive minority has decided that Americans donโt know themselves what it is they should see, and need to be protected by people who are wiser than they are, even if they are only a tiny sliver of the population.