Body of Work in Progress
The bones of our mothers have long since disintegrated and drained through sand and root systems, turning from dust into ribs into dust into ribs again, over and over. They have become clouds; they have fed forests; they have recirculated through the blood and organs of animals and successive generations.
The bodies are the same but their forms have changed. The shapes of our mothers have transmuted into hairless mounds, their posture into pose, under the manipulative gaze of expectation. Their positions were borrowed from 1970s pornography for its fleshy sensibilities. These disembodied forms serve as a modern proxy for the Bronze Age Venus: the shapes and forms of nudity, pornography, and fertility.
Picture your ancestors. Picture the last time you engaged in a sexual act. Feel your shame long enough to acknowledge it, then eradicate it completely.