This is another piece from my sketchbook. The red hand print was just an idea it does have a meaning to me, but to other people it may have a meaning. This piece is suppose to show migrants in the sex trade.
As you can see in the middle of her legs i have put my poem in between.

Sketchbook Piece

This is a piece of work from my sketchbook. It portrays that many migrants in the sex trade have a rough time and some can be badly hurt or even worst killed. So in the piece I have taken a picture from a magazine of a model, painted on the picture giving her a black eye and smudged make up to indicate that she has had a rough night.

The poem coming out of her vagina is one that I have written about prostitution. The rainbow waves have no meaning, just thought of the idea.

I think this piece has some inspiration from Wangechi Mutu, so this is why i am going to look at her work closer and get more of an understanding of the pieces of work she produces.

Indurated Ulcers of the Cervix by Wangechi Mutu

Pasting images taken from porn and fashion magazines over a prudish diagram of vaginal infections, Wangechi Mutu examines the perception of female sexuality. Her amalgamated portrait capitalises on the contradictions of role expectations: as western media ideal, sex goddess, and mother. Contorted in anger and crowned by black diamond dust, Mutu’s figure becomes both victim and warrior, alluding to the repercussions of female exploitation in both Africa and the west: from prostitution to sexual war crimes.

http://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/artists/wangechi_mutu.htm

This is the work by contemporary artist Wangechi Mutu, i have looked at her work and have taken some inspiration from it and incorporated it into my work.

Rough Copy of Poem and Charles Bukowski

Her eyes glow like the sun.
Made contacted with mine they did stun.
This girl intelligent but wild as they cum.
Stood in the corner and hummed a sweet song.
Her figure like a stained glass window.
Her mouth a hardcore porno.
But her eyes, her eyes are infections with every blink kills your soul.


Big Night On The Town

drunk on the dark streets of some city,it's night, you're lost, where's your room?you enter a bar to find yourself,order scotch and water.damned bar's sloppy wet, it soakspart of one of your shirtsleeves.It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.you order a bottle of beer.Madame Death walks up to youwearing a dress.she sits down, you buy her abeer, she stinks of swamps, pressesa leg against you.the bar tender sneers.you've got him worried, he doesn'tknow if you're a cop, a killer, amadman or anIdiot.you ask for a vodka.you pour the vodka into the top ofthe beer bottle.It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.you ask her how much for head,drink everything down, it tasteslike machine oil.you leave Madame Death there,you leave the sneering bartenderthere.you have remembered whereyour room is.the room with the full bottle ofwine on the dresser.the room with the dance of theroaches.Perfection in the Star Turdwhere love diedlaughing.

This is poem by Charles Bukowski. I have found that his poetry very raw and understandable, this is a way that I try and work when it comes to my poetry.
I have found that the poem above has’nt got any relation to mine,but it has one line that could relate and that line is “Madame Death walks up to you wearing a dress”. I could compare Madame Death to a migrant in the way that the poet has used movement in this line.

Why Prostitution

For my project I wanted to do something different something that would make people thing about something they don't really know about. So thats why I chose prostitution, its a subject that I have'nt studied before and I thought for this project I would take the opportunity.
I'm wanting to incorporate my own poetry in to the artefact, but seeing as I have no knowledge of the subject this maybe difficult.
For ideas, I have yet to come across any inspiration but researching will help me. I am looking forward to producing an artefact on this subject because I will also learn from it and I hope that others will too.