Often, I think about the work and who it may affect, cringing at the thought of my subjection. Still, in the distinctive way I’ve chosen to convey the body and embrace this lewdness, I know they aren’t ignorant of the truth that my image, the image of my sisters, mothers, women, and other female-presenting people, is already tainted and violated, no matter how much is or isn’t revealed. Whether intentional or not, everything violates me. I don’t feel a sense of ownership toward the figures in my work. Instead, she is my surrogate, standing in for personal moments while remaining entirely detached. I use wrapping, bending, binding, and wearing to reflect the social and erotic mechanisms that sustain misogyny. Nudity, asserted as a politically charged space of resistance, dismantles the illusion of a blank slate and recontexualizes the nude as a politically charged space of resistance.