The drawings came from a state of bliss and expansion, the type of clarity and creativity that would come about after orgasms.
“Saint Sebastian, I have many things to confess.”
It never occurred to me that photography could exist so close to home.
“I thought that if you could leave and learn and see beyond your own back fence you were somehow no longer trapped like cattle in the run.”
“I should be an amoeba.”
“closing her eyes as their lips meet / she can taste her desperation / desperate to forget the boys who came before”.
Creative piece ‘Remix’ by Jasmine Ryan: 2020, paper, glue, and Photoshop.
The pigments separate in front of your eyes, as you look closer. Blood is pain but also life,
damage but also strength.
When you look at blood, you look at yourself.
Events like this don’t occur often, but when they do, a community is able to come together that is normally confined to the peripherals of society.
There is a certain vulnerability that circulates women-based needs and gratification, specifically the independence and initiative needed to meet those needs.