My husband has sub-titled this piece “Eggs and Orifices.” I think that is fitting for this powerfully feminine piece.
A bed of roses has been carefully arranged for a dance of fertility.
Open petals of the pink rose are transformed into fleshy openings. Each corner holds an egg perched on the edge of a cliff, awaiting a synchronized dive into the welcoming folds. Corseted hourglass figures suspend a circular fixture above the bed, almost obscuring it from view. There is a hint of something lurid, maybe a bit nasty.
