What if this was my life? Kept, confined, restrained. Punished, defiled, degraded. All day, all night. What if his brutal slaps were our only point of contact? What if his piss was my only source of sustenanceโฆand intimacy.
Good morning, thank you for receiving my painting so well, here is one I did of my friend during her pregnancy. I think this one is is still my favourite conceptually, there is a lot going on. What does it make you feel or think?