
Frida Castelli, the mastermind behind these eye-opening illustrations, is mostly silent when it comes to explaining her work, and her silence is understandable, what more could be added to such passionate designs? With each image, a new fantasy is unleashed, and as you skim through each one, you realize you have fallen into a world of desire and sexual fantasy. You inevitably recall the intense orgasms you have experienced and the times when you let go of all control.
Her illustrations don’t dwell on love because in her eyes, “love hurts.” She is a master of eroticism, and her aim is to provoke her viewers. There are no coy blushes; here you will see cheeks flushed with passion and women that freely revel in their pleasure.
Every carnal feeling is captured with paintbrushes, markers, and a striking pantone. All are crafted using A3 paper, and we see how Frida Castelli’s views on sex are intertwined with intimacy, longing, and love.
Imagine you are masturbating and you’re thinking of that person who was everything to you; remember the dark room where both reached ecstasy. Think of all the moments you shared by their side and imagine their willing body lying next to you. In this fantasy world there are no consequences.
Kiss them like there is no tomorrow, play, and simply enjoy the caress of your two bodies. Let them see you naked, ready to let go of all ties and to plunge into desire. You know things may not work out in the light of day, but what works perfectly is both your bodies joined for one purpose.
Don’t let hurt and anger become your wardens; escape from the cage that held you captive for many years and simply enjoy the moment. You’re not the insecure person you once were; you are free and proud of your sexuality.
Teach them everything you’ve learnt and all the new positions in your repertoire. Show them you don’t need to be with someone in order to enjoy your body. A vibrating phone? A banana? Every object becomes a potential pleasure tool.
Nothing scares you, and you realize that by knowing your body, you have matured and grown. Castelli’s illustrations are erotic poetry, and while her work is shared across the Internet, she refuses to use digital techniques to make her art. She sketches and paints her fantasies, and the end results are small instances of feminine eroticism.
All the women in her art are in the midst of pleasure, from the one who holds cherries to her nipples to the one freely masturbating with one hand. Shower heads, fruits, fingertips pinching the nipples, a lolly in the mouth or the cool breeze of the freezer are there to be exploited and to tame her arousal.
Her colorful illustrations open a dialogue, and some simple sentences accompany the scenarios she constructs. She may be quiet about her work and the source of her inspiration, but her 34 thousand followers don’t care, they are content with her motto: “Love is the devil.” Her Instagram is a feast of failed loves, ardent passions, and unrestrained sex.

