The V’s

 

This work (yes, V stands for Vagina) grew out of being outraged at being introduced as “the wife of…” to another artist. It was the third time that day that someone had tied my identity to my husband’s (who I adore dearly, but come on!) My blood boiled and I subsequently made a bunch of vaginal collages about being my own damn person, which I have a hard time putting into words. That could get long, as I am sure the series will, so just enjoy.

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