To be honest, I love my breasts - even when it's sometimes difficult. They’re the architecture of my femininity. My curves make me feel like a woman. They are a curse and a blessing at the same time.
As a teenager, I hated when men were staring or made comments about my breasts. I felt awful, like I had done something wrong. I hid my breasts for a long time behind wide shirts and sweaters. I finally gave up in my last year of high school, and started wearing pretty bras and clothes, which show off my cleavage. I felt very self-conscious as a woman.
As a muralist, I often wondered if people underestimate my talents and skills, because I am a woman in a men-dominated profession, or if my big breasts also contributed to the problem. I worked hard and was driven by my determination. I invested precious time, energy and focus to build my reputation as a successful woman artist. I tried to hide my breasts at work, but that didn’t stop men from turning me into an object. Life as a female street artist can be though. I lost track how many times I became target to sexual harassment while painting a wall. I had men stalk me after work, and I even was offered money for sex on the mural site. The worst thing is, that people know where you are working and you can’t walk away from the harassers. I developed certain masculine strategies to be less vulnerable during my public art projects. In my art studio I envision what I want to create, while on the mural site it’s all about making progress, getting things done and pushing forward.
In my art studio I can express my feminine side. I move with the flow of life, embrace my creative energy, and the internal process. Here I can dream up new ideas, be wild and spontaneous. Entropy is all about transformation. My pieces are often very dramatic, and I surge to make a change. Destruction comes before creation – we must say goodbye to the old to welcome the new. Many of my pieces capture a mysterious, elusive embodiment of femininity. Some people claim that I paint myself, because my characters often have big breasts, and of course each one has a part of me in them. Some more, some less. My favorites are the ones with the deepest secrets. They might have a pretty smile, but have cried the most tears. The kindest hearts have felt the greatest pain. With your artwork you are putting yourself out there. You make yourself vulnerable, but it is leading the way to freedom.
The Breasts Art Show was a place where I could feel comfortable to show my body. Even if every artist in this group show has different priorities – everyone is just telling their stories here. I know that some of my family and friends will feel offended by the nudity and sexual overtones. They will disapprove my point of view and say that I am adding to the problem, that women get objectified. But I objectify myself in other terms, and this is important to get my power back. I do with my body what I want. I think this show is very empowering, and I hope they are happy to see me confident with my body.
My piece draws a lot of inspiration from burlesque. I love its artistic flair and craftsmanship. The performer’s costumes are often self-made. Their shows are celebrating life and its gorgeous moments. My bust is a plaster cast of my own body. With the monarch butterflies coming out of the belly, I wanted to show the beauty of change and possibility, when you are brave enough, to be who you are and you live your life to the fullest. My aim is not to seduce people; I want to make them feel something. I love to flirt and I am interested in the connections with them. I am a giver, love hard and wear my heart on the sleeve. I know what I am passionate about, and I will fearlessly live a life full of love, because it’s more exciting that way. So, before you assume anything about me, you should know that I am more than my breasts and I won’t let them define me. There is always more to the picture.