Femininity, virginity, purity, marriage, subservience, fertility, motherhood…

many are the expectations of womanhood.

Does the rejection of convention and the shame attached yield perversion?

Or could it possibly be the sweet scent of freedom?

The process of conceptualizing, drafting, patternmaking, sewing, failing and, every so often, succeeding

stitched together this corpse bride named Chastitty.

Partially constrained, at times oozing out, her world of secrets is revealed.

Into the uncharted we go. Take my hand and breathe, baby. We’ll make it.


april eighth

twenty nineteen