Exhibitionist

I get a little horny when I think about my artworks being exhibited.

Not because of explicit scenes, you’ll barely find any there. What excites me more is the thought that someone can see my mind. The most intimate part of me. Even more personal than what I write here, because my works are thoughts given form rather than words.

In that sense, I’m an exhibitionist.

Funny how in English the word almost ties art exhibitions and sexual exposure together. In Russian, those words feel completely separate. But maybe artists have always been exhibitionists in some way.

Maybe I want to be seen after all.