on wetness

This work explores the often complicated relationship cleaved between women and wetness.

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

In our youth it is a boon, we are flushed with youthful beauty, our tears are a tool. The first red bloom of our menses signifies transition into womanhood. The absence of this and the breaking of our waters; motherhood. 

The prickling sting of our milk coming in when a baby cries at once presents sustenance; nurturing, comforting.. but it can also prove a weighty anchor.

Then all at once this wetness, that was once an ally- a signifier of sexuality, fertility, beauty- turns on us. Our bodies, weakened from childbirth, slip and leak, flush and sweat. Eventually this wetness abandons us altogether. As we age, the moisture that once defined our utility begins to betray us and we are left with dryness in its stead.

Using sometimes abstract, sometimes literal examples, I unpick this shifting, complex relationship photographically. Drawing on the pull of the moon on the tides and the lapping, vacillating nature of this wetness, I use of the natural landscape as a counterpoint to the cycles of our disobedient bodies.