For the past twenty years my subject matter has focused on the theme of compulsive eating and the relationship between women and food. My paintings—mostly bird’s-eye views of women surrounded by luscious-looking desserts or the crumpled wrappers of a junk-food binge—are all self portraits…
Read MoreLidia’s Aurora dominates desire and the arts in Thrust, and is always moving away at light speed from any form of capture. Like the borealis she is evanescence itself, apparently, but something about her compels my loyalty and attention, good dominatrix that she is…
Read MoreIt’s true, you’ll find proud ridge lines of broad shoulders
can make you feel the same warmth
as the driest, full-bodied red wine…
the freedom we still have
pregnant writers together
in transport to an unknown place
Down to her last body, she asks a friend to wash her face,
hands soiled, eyes closed as salt
pours into her mouth, covers her head
I try to keep my eyes closed—to sink into my own body—but I can’t help looking at all the other bodies moving around me. The shapes and outlines bending, buckling, on the verge of bursting. My feet are bare, the floor is firm. Sweat drips from every inch of me—from every inch of us all…
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