The other day we received a message from an artist named Bruna Prazeres whose work pushes the boundaries of pain and beauty. All of her pictures will have you asking yourself, where does her art fit into my reality? She documents our secrets, the bodies we pretend don’t exist, the thoughts we erase from our public persons. These are visceral photos, images that dig into the pit of your stomach and eat away at your lies. Prazeres doesn’t seem to shy away from any taboo; her photos are of who we are when our doors are closed and our clothes are off. They are not for those who are easily grossed out, and I admire her ability to tackle these subjects with integrity.
