Because nothing in drawing is created by forces outside myself, it is much easier for me to be conceptually deliberate. The body as a vehicle of desire, whether object or subject (or where the line lies therein) is most often the theme.
While second-wave feminists articulated a somewhat rigid critique of objectification, many third-wave feminists of my generation have rearticulated subjecthood as a "big tent," encompassing one's right to choose to their status as a sexual plaything. Liberation as an idea is up for grabs, as it sexual power (and who gets to decide how it is wielded). How much of a sense of humor and play can we attach to the notion of sex, and how realistically can we pretend it is not there? When is such play merely a rationalization for having internalized commodified, misogynist values?
Not all of the drawings have that explicit agenda, but still dance around looser ideas of bodily politics. They range from 6" x 6" to 18" x 24".
