Milky Mama Whore (These Tits Belong to Men and Babes Not You)

2015, photos from books, paper, ink, beads, pearls and other beads, sewing thread, approx. 51 inches around.

Too frequently, artistic pictures of naked women are voyeuristic and mediocre.  I felt the need to tell these “artistic photographs” taken by a dirty man what I think of them. I made three artworks with this series of phtographs, one for each part of the female gawked at anatomy (breasts, fannys, bums). This obviously is a bosom artwork, disguised in a beautifully bloody red and pink doily. The middle is made of pearls drowning in sticky milky bees’ wax.

In my twenties and early thirties, I was free. I was constantly topless and never even considered that men gawked or  groped and when they did, I would laugh and tell them to “fuck off” . When I had children, I never hesitated to pull my breast out, no matter where I was, and give my baby food. I was beholden to my children. I didn’t think of people staring around me or what their staring might mean.  Now, late into my forties, my breasts seem pretty much the same to me, but I don’t want them on display. They are mine and I want to keep them for myself. I don’t know what made me aware, but I now see that when your breasts are showing, someone will try to own them that isn’t you.