





I obsessively invest in candles; a hold-over from growing up in a region where blackouts and brownouts were frequent occurrences. Candlelight was less a response to the darkness, and more a different way of having vision. I think that's what I love about candlelight, the focus is drawn acutely to what is only illuminated by the flame. I light candles almost every night. Sometimes habitually, other times ritualistically; but always to set a mood. It's partly the flattering glow and the whimsy of flickering shadows and it is partly the violence that is fire and the way hot wax slowly drips and drips and drips. Candles are evocative. I feel most feminine, turned on and my cunt most responsive to touch when surrounded by candlelight