Flashbulb memories from my childhood consistently revolve around my brain. Primarily, memories from when sex was ubiquitous in my surroundings. Not in a disconcerting or offensive way but glorified into comedy and wonder. Along with that, my youth had been overflown with deception, obscurity and degradation. Out of it, I concocted a fondness and adoration for actions, taboos, and objects of eroticism. My work conveys imagery of emotions caught in moments of sexual bliss or intimidation. My fetish for soft and rough intimacy is achieved in combining the smoothness of pastel and texture of white acrylic paint. I create compositions that tell stories, using the human figure and yonic or phallic objects as physical anomalies that are both awful and seductive. Awful in the textures and gore within the physicality of the figure. Yet, seductive by appealing to the viewers eyes through vibrant colors and technical skill.