She doesn’t care what she looks like, she doesn’t care that her teeth are crooked, she embraces being a woman with some aggression. Is this perhaps my own aggression of what it means to me to be a woman? I must hang on tight to my identity. Certainly beauty hangs over the head of a lot of women. I wonder if the character I have made is some kind of my own aggression. Beauty is what you make of it. And so we ‘dive in’.
- QUAR WIP 27/04/2020
- Experimenting with thread