Women are dangerous. Being a woman is dangerous. Being a woman close to 50 years old is dangerous and exciting for the experience of it. These cast iron pieces are sculpted from a multiplied found object. It was likely a wooden form for decorative plasterwork used to embellish a Victorian home. Its function was to decorate the domestic. It struck me as simultaneously like a breast and a detonator. A Breast Bomb. The larger conversation is about the duality of the form; there is an alluring sexuality, and a direct threat. It’s playful; this form can make milk and spill blood. It speaks to our greatest joys and darkest fears, birth, death, sex, power, love, war, hope, fear, it gives and it takes. It is representative of the complicated and challenging shifts in a woman’s (my) life.