These photographs are about the comical awkwardness of having a body. Simply put, our bodies are physically heavy, accidentally sexual objects – we have a gender, our bodies are sexual, there’s no escaping this; regardless of what we are doing we are doing it in a sexualized physical form. We can intellectualize ourselves, distancing our thoughts from our bodies, but the minute your foot gets itchy that disconnect is gone. As a woman, I am especially aware of my sexuality because people I don’t know point it out as they drive by in cars. It is strange; I am trapped in this specific body and related to in this specific body; I am hanging awkwardly here; it’s a blunt and hilarious thing, to be flesh.