On Wetness

In this series I explore the complicated relationship between women and wetness.

In our youth it is a boon; tears are a tool, the first shocking red bloom of our period signifies our transition into womanhood and its absence; motherhood. The tingling sting of our milk coming in when a baby cries presents both sustenance but validation.

But at once this wetness that was once an ally- a signifier of sexuality, fertility, beauty- turns on us. Our bodies weakened from childbirth produce shameful urine leakage, we flush and sweat, eventually the wetness abandons us entirely and we dry out altogether.

Using sometimes abstract, sometimes literal examples, I unpick this shifting, complex relationship photographically. Drawing on the pull of the tides and the lapping, vacillating nature of this wetness.