My Shunga painting “Gyokumon” dresses itself in the shape of a young woman gently licking the center of a peony. Her fingertips gently touches the silken petals, perhaps even parting them a little. Her warm breath embraces the flower, caresses it. The eyes are closed. The moment is now. There are no thoughts. Only experiencing. The universe has ceased its chaotic dance for just this one second and only she and the flower exists.
This is arousal. Halting our train of thoughts. it gives us respite from the slow torture of existing in confusion. It defines us as alive and connects what is so often separated. Our body and our mind. Makes us whole again if only for a few seconds that seems like infinity. heart pounding, hands trembling, warm skin….
I have chosen the form of Shunga to express myself. Before this there was merely confusion. Odds and ends. Bits and pieces of what could be me. My erotic art taps directly into my inner heart and lets me tread new paths. It also lets me change in a constant flux, repainting my house in ever changing colors and patterns. This journey is one of self definition and being alive. Some can argue that one should feel some bitterness over hours, days, weeks and years spent in vain but in fact no such thing has happened. It was all unavoidable and merely pointing me in this direction all the time. I was just not ready to listen to myself yet.
It is my hope that my art will change the world. This might seem like a coat far to large for someone like me to wear, but truly we are already changing this universe together. Me by creating and you by viewing and experiencing. The mind can never un-think something it has already thought. I plant my seeds and they will continue to change the world forever and ever. Just like with all the things you all do and say. We are truly Goddesses and Gods!