In process (acrylic & pastel on silk)

100 Words

Awakened from the womb, one's bed...taking a few moments to warm up with the sun's help. The only sounds: a distant plane, birds, dry leaves rattling, a fly, Abby's paws on dirt.

In my dream Kara pleasuring herself freely, I was impressed. "How does this change things?" I asked and realized that women's sexuality is humanized by talking about it openly.

Instead of projecting our darkness, our fears on others to act out for us, we must accept them as us. By giving of ourselves freely we replenish all that we have lost.

But will 100 words be enough?