Painter in the raw Sexual activist, pillow talker Irini and her licentious daydreams Ludically lewd with a nod to shunga and feral sexual imagination à la Sade Lovers’ faces blotted out in provocation like some facetious censoring, making partners poppets for their privacy. While she divulges herself brazenly, unapologetically, laughingly. Between us girls, what we do in the boudoir is so salacious and sweet Pillow book of titillations and arousals, feast of cupidity Primal scene turned upside down: bodies unleashed and unfolding, luxuriating in molten flesh and caress, us They can’t wilt you with their modesty Streaker painter Run.
Andrea Schroth
For Irini - January 13, 2019