If you haven’t seen Nancy Peach’s lush erotic art, you’re missing out on something special. I met Nancy in 2008 when I was starting out as a model. In many ways, she is part of my sexual yearbook because we were in a similar sexual freshmen class as emerging artists both taking those first timid steps of entering a world with the proclamation that sex is beautiful and that we want to share it with you.
If you get the chance to meet Nancy Peach (which is possible if you’re in the Bay Area because she is definitely someone who often blends a live performance with an exposition of her art) you’ll know immediately how passionate she is. She is someone who loves sexuality in the most genuine sense of the word. Her art is not just a thing of beauty, it is also a crusade. She taps into what a model is feeling and experiencing and has an openness to her that makes it abundantly obvious that she is deeply empathetic and intuitive.When she describes her work she uses such emotional imagery in addition to the theory and functionality of her practice. Listening to Nancy speak about her art is a sensual experience on its own.
Nancy Peach is a red head in every sense of the world. She is bold in her presence, quick to speak and feel, sensitive and provocative. Her artwork is not timid and small. It will not sit meekly in a small part of your room as a tiny reminder of your sexuality, my sexuality, or our sexuality (whatever that means to you). She paints on a gigantic scale. Not only is it deeply vibrant in its color and intrepid in its line work, you are going to come face to face with a piece of art big enough to cover your entire wall. Nancy Peach does not make souvenir sexuality. Nancy Peach’s art is not going to fit in your closet. It refuses to hide behind anything or anyone and I absolutely fucking love it.