I’m not interested in polished perfection. My art is driven by
new sincerity, the kind that embraces emotional messiness, erotic friction, and psychological depth. These women aren't here to be liked. They're here to be
seen.
They challenge the viewer to confront their discomfort:
- Why does a woman owning her desire make you uneasy?
- What does her gaze demand from you?
- What part of yourself does she wake up?