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Throughout my travels over the last few months, I have been compiling a small portfolio of sketches. I draw these sketches without looking at the paper, nor at the subject. I am reliant only on my sense of touch and generative imagination to produce these works. The subject? My sacred flower. I'm not sure exactly where the inspiration came from, but I know it had something to do with couples practicing sensual exploration without the use of sight. Since I have been traveling

While in Mexico, I started a new series that called itself "the power of praise". I wanted to showcase how different people react to being told good things about themselves in a meaningful context. Praise is such a powerful tool. It can shape the way we see ourselves and our environments. It is powerful enough to change brain chemistry, arouse the mind, and stimulate the body. My first installment of this series began with a woman I met at a boiler room Dj set. She was the DJ

This was a spicy one... I met a French man while in Mexico, who wanted to volunteer for the gallery. When we chatted over drinks at a local bar, it quickly became clear to me that this man had some very spicy interests. We talked about scent play, cuckolding, and even water sports (look it up). I realized his level of experience was conducive to him being comfortable with executing some of my more explicit concepts for this project. We settled on the topic of scent play and f

I sat down with "Sir the Moonchild" for an interview that touched on body image, going through puberty, and embracing natural features as we grow and age. How has your life and societal standards shaped the way you see yourself and others?

I just finished negotiating a photoshoot where I will be used as human furniture. I met my co-model on instagram through their friend who I met in a facebook group for TFP photography. The initial contact was me asking them what their relationship to kink and bdsm was, to which they replied, "I used to be a Domme!". I was immediately exited, as Femdom and the world of the Dominatrix have a special place in my journey. We began chatting about boundaries, interests, and ideas,

performance art session recap

I met someone on a dating app while in Canada. I had tailored my bio looking for folks of all expressions who wanted to be involved with OBSCENE by modeling for some safe for work (mostly) concepts and any locals that wanted to show me where a good cafe or restaurant was. "NOKIA" sent a very nice opening message saying he was a curious art admirer, and wanted to treat me to coffee and hear more about the gallery. I, eager for any reason to gush about my current obsession, obl

session recap

BDSM has often been portrayed as something that requires pain and suffering. It has been assumed to be rough, brutal, and devoid of deep emotion. The general public has attached this Hollywood image of BDSM to their understanding, and ultimately closed off their potential to gain a deeper awareness. The themes that are explored through these practices are often far more relatable than one may think. Before we began this session, the entire team (myself, two models, and an ass

I learned a lot about my relationship to pain during this session. I’ve never been a fan of pain in the context of kink. Spanking, sure… but being beaten and bruised, pinched and prodded… that had never caught my interest. The derogatory nature to which I had experienced pain kink up until that point was all I had experienced and heard about. Maybe it was all I could focus on. During this session I needed to be patient with my body, allowing it to adjust to the stimulus so th

The first person arrived at 9am, tired, but ready to provide her service to the host. The two witnesses came later in the morning, with the second arriving just before noon. What occurred between 9am and 11pm could be summed up as an intimate group experience complete with physical touch, care, romance, and love. For many black women, having our hair braided is an all day production. Tackling a whole head of thick hair requires proper hydration, entertainment, and ample break

On Jan 1st 2026, I told myself that by the end of the year, I was going to accomplish my goal of producing my first solo art gallery. But by Jan 7th, our city became a warzone. My art became an echo chamber for grief and anxiety and I could no longer imagine my gallery dreams being a priority. Thankfully, the voices of my peers assured me that art, in all its forms, is still needed. Liberation comes in many forms, and I want to curate a body of work that will grant that for a