38 page, full-color zine.
Artist First Edition/Copy Right 2017, All Rights Reserved
I offered a prompt on social media which asked:
"What if we gave our vaginas a moment to voice how they feel? What would they say?"
Finish the end of this sentence:
"The walls of my vagina feel..... '
With permission, I've used some of the responses given which have fueled these visuals.
One image from the "Walls of My Vagina..." series.
Pen & Ink, Gouache and Watercolor
Inspired by a conversation I overheard a couple of guys talking about how they refer to their girlfriend's period as "shark week". This isn't a new term - just one I hadn't heard before. It was kind of funny and I chuckled to myself. And then... I immediately wanted to salvage that term and make it mine.
This zine was created in the first three weeks of June 2017 from the hours of 10pm-3am
gouache, watercolor, pen and ink
"We've been bleeding each month till we gave birth to you.."
Cravings are a chemically driven event, premenstrual and during menses.
Gouache, pen & ink
6" x 9" on Strathmore Watercolor paper
February 2016, Strathmore 500 series Sketchbook Mixed Media: Gouache, Marker, Pen & Ink
February 2016, Strathmore 500 Series Sketchbook Mixed Media: Gouache, Pen & Ink
February 2016, Strathmore 500 Series Sketchbook Mixed Media: Watercolor, Pen & Ink
March 2016, Strathmore 500 Series Sketchbook Mixed Media: Gouache, Pen & Ink
I challenged myself to go the full month of March without shaving, plucking, threading or waxing in order to see if I could attempt to feel totally comfortable with myself in this very raw state.
After 7 days, I absentmindedly "cheated" by plucking two enemy hairs from my chin. It was my only mishap.
March 2016, Strathmore 500 Series Sketchbook Mixed Media: Gouache, Watercolor, Pen & Ink
Excerpt from a mini zine which begins the conversation on where the shaming of girls & women's bodies began starting with body hair.
February 2016, Strathmore 500 Series Sketchbook, Mixed Media: Gouache, Marker, Pen & Ink
This image was the first that came to mind when beginning my own internal dialog about how it feels when ingrained European beauty standards impede on my freedom to experience joy in not having to "maintain" body hair as taught or expected.