The Why
It is safe for me to be seen.
When I was eighteen, my seventeen-year-old friend came to stay with me in the city.
I didn’t know until later that she had undergone labiaplasty. Her boyfriend had made a shaming comment about her vulva. She was so embarrassed she lied about why she’d had surgery — said she’d been to the dentist.
That moment stayed with me. It planted a seed.
Twenty years later, I’m still working out what to do with it.
Femessence is what it grew into — a body of work that began as a quiet act of defiance and became something I couldn’t have predicted. Thirty-three women. Thirty-three portraits. Thirty-three invitations to look at yourself without flinching.
I was a child of the 1980s, raised in a world that felt disconnected, sterile, and technocratic. This work is my response to that world. A return to the rooted, the reverent, and the embodied. It allows me to become the person I longed for in my own youth — someone to offer guidance and hold space for what’s been shamed into silence.
These portraits are not simply representations. They are living embodiments of the feminine in all her tenderness, complexity, and power.


