39x39 inch original acrylic on canvas painting
I like my erotica messy. I like mountains of flesh and wet shapes gliding over one another. I like limbs poking out and butts pressed against thighs. I like the confusion that comes when you try to figure out who is who and the blissful surrender when you realise it does not matter. There is something abject about these erotic sculptures that I love. This painting attempts to capture a moving mess of 'art'.