Fillet

Fillet: in progress

This is the beginning of my latest creepy pregnancy painting. My ex boyfriend's sister just gave birth (or at least had a baby removed) just the other day, and it just really makes me think about how crazy pregnancy is and how weird and meaty our bodies are. It makes me think about little babies growing in between strips of fillet mignon. Raw moving muscle meat. People get to hang out on the inside of other people for a while, and then when they're ripe they get taken out, and the whole thing is amazing and gross and beautiful. It seems very sloppy and real, and I think stuff like that is great. It pulls us into a place that's different than the day to day job society shopping thing(which I also think is fun).

Womb

This is another piece in this realm that I think is about done. It was inspired by my frustrations with birth control. Both idealogically and practically. I don't like that my body has it's own agenda that I'm not involved in, and I don't like that in order to not be a baby-machine, I need to be on medication and change my hormones. I'm also frustrated at how full of rage this hormone-fiddling makes me. Blinding, vein-popping, blood-curdling rage. Sometimes I feel like reaching into my stomach, ripping out all my organs, and eating them. That's the feeling.