
A harem of men serving Goddess Serena …one in tight leather brings a hot beverage and pot, another to the side with a silly fez on his head cools her with a fan and two are privileged enough to kiss her feet.
Yet others bound behind a screen can only look on with sad hungry eyes and wonder when their turn will come.
This is Goddess Serena’s fantasy as she explained to me in a London hotel. It was a very clear conception that had been in her mind for some time and the composition proceeded very smoothly, as she gave me free rein to develop my own vision.