A painting of how I see my own newfound sexual desire after years of recovering from trauma. A precipice of yearning, rage, despair, and hunger. An enticing, yet frightening, presence...
A painting of how I see my own newfound sexual desire after years of recovering from trauma. A precipice of yearning, rage, despair, and hunger. An enticing, yet frightening, presence after a decade of asexuality. Something close to violence.