LaChicaM’s Fantasies

Andy Warhol’s been the biggest influence on how I think about sex and art. His work taught me that color and repetition can make anything beautiful, that you can flatten something onto a canvas and suddenly it’s worthy of serious attention. Which is probably why I’m so drawn to LaChicaM, a Polish artist who took that idea seriously and ran straight into explicit pornography.

Her paintings combine Warhol’s color palette—bright, clean, almost violent neons—with completely unashamed sexual imagery. Dicks, pussies, breasts, everything rendered precisely and stylized and utterly confident. There’s nothing crude about it. It’s all too clean, too pop, too aestheticized for that. But it’s also completely unafraid.

I’ve always respected artists who don’t treat sexuality like something dangerous that needs protecting. Like it’s some kind of taboo that requires irony or political framing to justify. LaChicaM just paints what she wants to paint. The fact that it’s explicit just means it’s more honest.

She has a webshop where you can buy prints of her work, and I’ve been seriously considering ordering one. I keep coming back to this image—a completely hairless, meticulously rendered cunt in these impossible pinks and purples. Part of the appeal is the thought of hanging it above my kitchen table. Just there, where anyone walking in would see it immediately. Not as a provocation or a test, just as proof that I’m okay with owning what I find beautiful.

My roommate would walk in and see it. There’d be a moment. We’d move on. And it would just be hanging there. That simplicity—that refusal to hide—is what keeps pulling me back to her work.