The relevance of this piece to my personality is actually very much. I was asked by a fellow peer why I am balls crazy. I didn't reply, I simply thought about it for a very long time, and in that long time, I thought,
why does a stripper expose herself? Money? Or is it some sort of nasty fetish that is a gaping hole that needs to be filled. So thus came the stripper. I do not believe that selling your body for monetary gain is at all wrong, nor am I demeaning it, I was simply asking myself a question.
In the literal making of this piece, I used India Ink and Watercolor on Watercolor Paper. The foreground is a light to dark wash of black, as a dance floor/ bar-top looking spectacle. The title is not at all irrelavent, but that is something to ponder yourself.
