Breasts and eggs
There was a time I thought I’d have to choose
between my breasts and my eggs
or between working on breaststrokes
or stroking breasts
But here I am, bare feet on a cool stone floor
separating shells of eggs with the webbing of my toes.
The smell of bubbling hot oil curling between us
A life built not from repetition but from bent lines.
Tomisin Animashaun
2025
About this work
Breast and eggs is an excavation of queer domesticity - of feeding, withholding, cracking, and softening.
The work queers the lens through which we come across domstic labour - cooking, cleaning, sharing space - showing these acts to indeed be
erotic , queer and political
Both a confessional and an incantation,
it is a visceral piece that interwines domestic imagery with themes of queer intimacy, survival, memory and embodiment.
There is no neutrality here ; the frying pan, the hot oil , the eggs and the breasts are all actors and actions in the politics of care and touch.
There was a time I thought I’d have to choose
between my breasts and my eggs
or between working on breaststrokes
or stroking breasts
But here I am, bare feet on a cool stone floor
separating shells of eggs with the webbing of my toes.
The smell of bubbling hot oil curling between us
A life built not from repetition but from bent lines.
Tomisin Animashaun
2025
About this work
Breast and eggs is an excavation of queer domesticity - of feeding, withholding, cracking, and softening.
The work queers the lens through which we come across domstic labour - cooking, cleaning, sharing space - showing these acts to indeed be
erotic , queer and political
Both a confessional and an incantation,
it is a visceral piece that interwines domestic imagery with themes of queer intimacy, survival, memory and embodiment.
There is no neutrality here ; the frying pan, the hot oil , the eggs and the breasts are all actors and actions in the politics of care and touch.