“Motionless, with my arms outstretched as if in an embrace, I am standing on an altar at the centre of a large structure reminiscent of the

mantle of Our Lady of Mercy, so dear to Italian religious painting.

Inside my cloak, a myriad of sculptures of children: on their tongues, a pearl resembling a drop of milk.

A professional piercer pierces my nipples and my side. In this way, I create the image of breastfeeding.

Love Weeps From My Breasts.”