The Breast Archives project came into being in Egypt, on the Nile, where I had spent a fortnight on a slowly moving riverboat, traveling from temple to temple.

The Arab Spring had emptied the country, and the sites were ours and ours alone. So many of the temples I visited were dedicated to the Goddess Isis, who for thousands of years was celebrated as the Mother of Creation.

Often her likeness stood 200 feet high, chiseled onto the walls of massive, sacred structures. As I stood before her towering image again and again, I couldn’t help but notice her uncovered breasts projecting and fully exposed in the desert sun.

Often she was nursing her infant son, Horus. Standing before her, I felt a serene courage and a deeply loving power.

Megan at Hapshutset