Coming to Terms

I didn’t know what I was feeling.
I knew my body would never rest again, for it was doomed to be a battlefield.
There was death inside and it was up to me to control its danger.
And although the future seemed guaranteed, I couldn’t help but imagine a world, which I was not supposed to be a part of anymore.
It was baffling, but I was here, and I had to come to terms with a new kind of power.
I had to turn destruction into something positive, and that is why I turned to my own weapon, and instead of using my semen to disseminate wrath, I made peace with it by applying it into my art.

Semen and pastel powder on glassine paper


Mitchell 


Lincoln


Andrew


Cameron


Arizona



Alabama


Jason



Joe


Eddie


Richard


Scott