I usually really, really, dislike pieces that are just "VAG!!!! OMG!!!" It's a philosophical thing. Maybe a little political. I'm tired of seeing women either divorced of or reduced to their genitals. I know it's supposed to be all riot grrrl-power-confrontational, but mostly I just think it's kind of ham-fisted. It ain't no Gustave Courbet, you know what I mean?
ANYWAY. A while ago my friend Shae posted a photo of herself, and I really fell in love with the lines and the color around her fingertips. Here's my oil pastel version. 15"x8" inches.