Nina Blum Art

I appreciate all the pleasure you have given me and the times that at times I have touched other realities of total ecstasy, the joys and laughter of pleasure that you have given me.
Not every time you have opened yourself for pleasure, there has also been blood and the pain of bringing death instead of new life.
Have I ever felt ashamed because you are supposed to be like this or that, any excuse to continue feeling that you are not within the norm and make money off the insecurities of women, who are told how we should be but I’m already Tired of these strategies, I see you as beautiful as any other. Should all doors be the same as a sticker?
I wish I had appreciated you better before, revered and respected you as you deserve, aware of all the power you have.
Thank you Nina for facilitating this process of recognizing our vulvas to give them the sacred place they are and share them with all the art and subtlety of your gaze, to heal and honor their divinity.
Photo by Paula Meis

The simple fact of being able to participate in a project like this already seems like a revolution in itself. And why a revolution? Because after years in which everything feminine has been hidden, denigrated and abused, these acts feel like a new era, fresh air is coming. A new paradigm in which the role of women is absolutely the protagonist. About women and everything that represents the feminine. And there is nothing more feminine than our Vulvas, holy, centers of pleasure, guardians of the mysteries, entrance doors to the temple where Life originates. It is time to heal, without hard feelings, simply taking our place, as goddesses, wise women and mothers of all beings. Seeing the vulvas of all these women and the entire process of this project makes me feel proud and supported to walk towards a more free, loving and balanced future, in which the power of the feminine takes its place, relocating a sick masculine that will heal. . next to us. I can’t feel anything but hope and gratitude. 🤍
Photo by Paula Meis

This project was to go beyond my comfort zone. Looking close up and intimately at one’s own genitalia in some cases seems taboo. I now think it should be part of a self-acceptance, self-loving practice that we can do with ourselves in private, and perhaps also share safely with others through sacred famine rituals that celebrate the holy vulva. Ninas project represented an opportunity to do this. It also gave a platform from which we could describe our relationship to this otherwise private part of our bodies, which is often ignored, defiled or insulted and yet is the source of life itself. Nina invited me to name my contribution to this project and CONSTELLATION is what came to mind. Our wombs are miracle life givers. Our bodies become more than biology.  They become vessels from which new souls can transcend beyond the fermament, through a portal and in a heartbeat create another human being.
Photo by Paula Meis

‘awaken’ I whisper.
‘I see you!
awaken.
I love you!
I’m not sure if it’s you or me who has been hiding for so long.
You have lived almost everything:
love, tenderness, pleasure, desire, fire, lust, abuse, violence, absence…
I’m sorry I wasn’t even aware of your existence for so long now
I understand that you have withdrawn yourself. And without me even noticing it you have firmly shut this golden gate that leads to nothing less than my sacred universe. It was never wide open, always VIP. But now… where is the key, the chemical formula, to unlock this sacred door?
We will find it – rest assured.
until then just know:
I see you again.
and I love you.
Awaken’ I whisper again.
‘I need you here with me’
Photo by Paula Meis

Agua y sangre
vida y muerte
Luna
portal, cueva, refugio
Milagro
carne y hueso
Chakra
Placer
Origen
tus lágrimas, llorona
espejo donde me miro
mi creatividad
mi sexo
mis lagrimas, llorona
agua y sal del oceano
’sangre de mi sangre
de mis hermanas
Magia, hechizos
Grito
lágrimas llorona
tus lágrimas de todas
un rio
a morir en el firmamento.
Photo by Paula Meis

She is Holy Dian, a sacred doorway to the mysteries of life, imbued with the wild grace of the goddess herself.  A sanctuary, both fierce and tender, she holds the stories of myriad moons, the secrets of her female lineage carried in her folds.Her curves call and cradle, the crescent moon both waxing and waning, throbbing with the ebb and flow of tides, the wisdom of the earth.  She is the divine feminine made flesh, her flowering depths fragrant and fruity, the wellspring of all creation dripping fresh nectar to nourish and comfort.Dian-a the huntress inhabits this blessed space, protecting all of nature’s wildness from her temple throne. Only the worthy are called to worship her, honouring her untamed spirit, venerating her beauty, adoring her supple strength and softness.All hail the Goddess! Vibrant energy and vitality pour from her dark centre, shining light on all creation. Proud and majestic, exposed to the gaze of many, she shall be shamed no more.
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I am delighted to form a part of this creative project to bring visibility to the vulva, a most misunderstood and maligned part of the human body. May she be forever recognized in her glorious truth. With love,  Andi
Photo by Paula Meis

How we’ve grown
Together
Through hard nights
Tough rides
Sad, misunderstood
And now we heal
Connected
You reflect me
Iridescently
Your beauty celebrated
Adorned in gold and silver
As you should be
As you will be
Respected, elevated
Venerated
Photo by Paula Meis

It´s the morning of the cast. I softly place my hand over my yoni to check in with her on how she feels about being part of this exhibition. Under the warmth of my palm I notice her completely relaxing and softening. I close my eyes and open up to listen to what she has to share. Here is what I receive: She feels honored and exited about being seen and admired by others, normalizing her existence. Grateful about the opportunity to show that she is so much more than a sexual and sexualized part of the body. She is a portal, to goddess, to the universe, to life. She loves to be adored and treated with respect, to be the center of attention. But not too much, than she closes off. Also not to little attention, then she fades.She loves her weekly steam and nourishing oils. Sun- and moonbathing, fresh air, the waters of oceans, lakes and rivers. And she feels for her sisters that has been mutilated, abused or instrumentalized, hidden and ignored. She sighs. I sigh. We take a long, deep breath together. ‚Thank you‘ she whispers, ‚thank you for hearing me‘.
Photo by Paula Meis

I am the source of love, light, and bliss. My yoni is the source of love, light, and bliss. When I laugh, my yoni laughs. When my yoni shines, I shine. My yoni speaks, dances, vibrates, cries, laughs, and radiates—just like me. We are inseparable; we are one.
My yoni is my center of pleasure and healing, my powerhouse, my mirror of life. It was once a storehouse of emotions and a root cause of the condition I no longer suffer from: endometriosis.
Yes, my yoni is sacred. And so is the penis—equally sacred. A sacred penis, and the man who carried it, healed me and my endometriosis. He once said to me, „Ta beauté se montre par ton sourire, tes yeux et ton vagin“ (“Your beauty reveals itself through your smile, your eyes, and your vagina”).
Let us make love with our hearts—free from goals, in complete surrender to the here and now. Holy Now! This is the way to create a better world.
Photo by Paula Meis

I choose the colours orange and green because they express the strong commitment I have to myself. Orange indicates that I don’t want to feel guilty anymore for being the way I am, a sexually active, free, spontaneous, enjoyable and cheerful woman. Green connects me with nature and well-being and helps me open my heart to the universe and, above all, teaches me the way to self-love.

Holy Ania: free of guilt and full of love.
Photo by Paula Meis

A mi yo
A lo sumo
A lo mío más interior 
Querida amor de mi vida: Testigo ,
cómplice,
víctima y
verdugo de
penas,
placeres y
quereres.
Portal de creación, fluyendo contigo y tus ritmos navego.
Gracias por ser cíclica , por tus pliegues, curiosidades y recovecos.Eres mi más íntima confesora que todas mis vivencias atesora. Te susurro a través mi tacto : gracias por existir, darme, pero sobretodo: gracias por hacerme sentir llena de vida. Te amo.
A ti y a todas
Photo by Paula Meis

She tempts you to dwell on her external beauty. But when you get the chance to look into her inner beauty, you will be overwhelmed. I have rarely seen so much love and loyalty. So much joy of life and strength. She spreads her arms and invites you to dance. Turn in a circle with her. Stamp your feet and fight for yourself and your rights. She stands next to you. Hand in hand.

From Lavinia:
Participating in Holy Vulvas Art Project has been an amazing self exploring ritual surrounded by love, art and care 💜
Nina welcomes you to her home with a bright smile and warm hug, everything is prepared for intimacy, ensuring both the art technique and the vulva wellness
To perceive our vulva, talk about it, embrace it and share experiences with both artist and participants has been an emotional and growth experience.
Thanks Nina
Pd: Wow
Photo by Paula Meis

When I feel this power within me, this sensuality, then everything makes sense. Then the world is beautiful. This power seems fragile, but when it can unfold, it is magnificent and stronger than anything. It needs space, like a flower that grows slowly and then blossoms like an explosion. Then I am there. Then I enchant myself and the world. Look at me. See my beauty, waiting to unfold. Over and over again. Every spring.
Superpowers: driving, networking, empathetic, creative, passionate, loving
Photo by Paula Meis