The Rooster Paradox.

Strange feelings rolled over me with this series and I did it for a long time, simultaneously exploring the male part of myself and the dark part of my woman. So this rooster brought together another chapter of my life. The rooster symbolizes the male principle, pride, he's yelling and declares himself. At the same time, the chicken foot was always something disgusting for me... it was always associated with something dark, Baba Yaga, for example, which I can now easily interpret as MY UNKNOWN, WILD, DARK, REAL FEMALE, perhaps something powerful. A terrible beauty was revealed to me in this series. My favorite paradox, when it is incredibly beautiful and terrible. A rooster with his dry paw on a vulnerable, tender female body… It’s like when some unknown force touches you, you’re no longer afraid of it and you understand that in any case, you own it, and not it owns you. You accept the strange and it peacefully coexists next to your vulnerability, your skin, your body. It’s like an internal fusion with wildness that doesn’t destroy. All this is about the fact that a woman becomes soil, and for this rooster you became it.