Daphne
A fragment detaches from her mischievous finger. Lust appears on the petals of her lips. Offer yourself, hide yourself.
The flesh is tender, slave to senses that don’t know how to say yes and don’t know how to say no.
She is trapped in the web of a blue languishing ideal of delights. She is a woman-caress, a wild woman crazed by desire.
She is a fright child, a night child who flees and flays herself from the myriad gazes placed upon her.
At the last minute, she hesitates. She’s already lost. Created for desire, a subtle play. Let her be damned forever and ever.

Bronze 87cm