There’s a bunch of us out there - artists who share their dick picks with each other. I often wonder about the motives of the artists who share. It’s a form of exhibitionism. It feels good to not feel so precious about something we spent so much of our lives being ashamed of or keeping to ourselves. I’ve only sent you photos, so of course you’ve only seen me in my best light and angles, but I’m pushing 40, and it’s nice to take a pic of yourself and still feel like you’re hot - like the sexy X-rated glamor shots women would get for their husbands in the 90’s. As someone who has a particular fondness for handsome wieners, I naturally felt attracted to this project. I think a lot about the boundaries between erotic art and fine art. What tips it from one to the other and can we also just say, “fuck it, I like it,” and not care why? What if a painting could make you cum? When I was a kid, I had a hidden collection of clippings comprising mostly of naked Jesus art I stole from books in my church library. I solely got off on art for a big chunk of my youth. I love dicks.