My twenties are over.

 

 

These paintings hold the record of a decade

filled with sex, experimentation, fear, and pain.

 

 

There is not much to explain about the name STUPID HORNY GIRL. I suppose it’s one of those ironies that popped into my head every time I felt like I was messing up.

 

 

Every painting guards a story.

Every painting preserves someone who marked my life.

 

 

I no longer want to explain the anime in my work, nor justify why I painted myself so many times. Perhaps my adolescence stretched out longer than it should have. Perhaps I never finished finding myself, and always ended up overflowing from my own emotions.

 

 

I only know,

 

That I was born into a Catholic family.

 

That my roots spoke to me of Piura and Arequipa.

 

That in my grandfather’s house, my uncles watched anime.

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That at six, I watched Fruits Basket, and at thirteen, I found Hentai. It felt gentler to me than conventional pornography. The violence with which women’s bodies are so often portrayed terrified me; drawing, on the other hand, left more room for desire and imagination.

 

 

I know I prolonged my childhood for as long as I could because I didn’t want any man to hurt me.            

                           And, even so, that I suffered from sexual harassment at my university and lost the case.

 

 

That I discovered sexual desire with women while fearing my family would reject me. In the end, though they never fully understood, they held me close.

 

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That I was terrified of Hell and of God.

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                            And that, in the end, I understood that love is vast, not scarce.

 

 

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At twenty-five, I discovered the desire and love I could feel for a man.

 

And in these works remains all that overflow that only happens in your twenties: when you are already adult enough to bear the consequences of your actions, but still young enough for the world to take you for a fool.

 

If you are looking for a more orderly reading of my work, you can visit my website.

 

This text does not attempt to explain the art.

 

It is a farewell.

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Goodbye, STUPID HORNY GIRL!

 

 

Goodbye, you miserable, lovesick bitch!

 

 

Thank you for never stopping painting!