julie pochron

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My muse—she is the rebellious play of my subconscious. She embodies the divine and the grotesque. She fuses the obvious with the esoteric. My muse sends rhythms, and from them I create visions that redeem the use of the feminine form.

Images of 'woman' bombard us—sexy women, pouty women, rich women, fulfilled women. My innermost desire runs parallel to these, persuading me to buy what they sell, to become what they are.

But my muse recognizes the mirage and saves me.

She digests these apparitions and reforms them, leaving icons of solid strength and beauty in their place.