Polina Beskrovnaya
Creativity and sexuality come from the same place. The same dark, surging current that makes you want to paint also makes you want to touch, to be touched, to tear something open and see what's inside. I've known this since I was young and didn't have words for it yet. I just felt it, enormous and unruly, like something that would flood me if I didn't give it somewhere to go.
So I gave it somewhere to go.
What I make is not about sex. It's about what sex points toward. The moment before thought, when the body knows something the mind hasn't admitted yet. The courage it takes to be seen without performance or protection. Eroticism is truth. Not pretty truth. The kind you feel in your gut before you feel it anywhere else.
We spend so much of our lives containing this energy, pretending it isn't as enormous as it is. I'm not interested in that. I want the flood. Every piece I make is a hand reaching out. Come back to your body. Come back to what you actually feel. That's where everything real begins.