I did this one a while back and it started very visceral and literal and pretty and proper. Just a pink pussy and gold dots. Then I was stuck. I couldn't move forward. So, the piece stayed in my studio for a few months. At that time, my studio doubled as the garage of my house. One day I came home and my child had smeared yellow paint up the side of it. Gah!

[side note this led to one of my favorite all time stories which was the consequential conversation relayed to me a few days later by his preschool teacher Aurora Rose Hvidsten, who praise the serendipitous overlords of a small town, is my childhood friend!. The conversation went something like this:

O- "Hey aurora, do you know what I did? I put paint on my mamas painting... And she got really upset."
A- "Oh?"
O- "Yeah... Do you know what she paints?"
A- "What's that?"
O- "She paints vulvas... But not furry ones."]

Anyways, I digress. Not long after this incident I felt pulled back into the painting again and the background bloomed... Unbeknownst to me the subject was, at that moment, starting an Outrageousness Challenge wherein every day she did something outrageous and let herself play and be seen. This was part of her greater work of self acceptance and self love. As she expanded within herself her painting expanded. It got softer and more feminine... more ready to be seen. Really sweet nourishing beautiful stuff. Total joy to be a part of.