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Mirrors
A Sensible Woman
Is marriage a merger, or an acquisition?
Women are more independent than ever, yet our independence is ever-more complicated.
Because the vectors of marriage and financial
independence remain at odds with each other.
This work cites the American Declaration of
Independence in its original font styling, interspersed with emails from a bank for opening a corporate account.
The Revolutionary war propoganda poster, “Join or Die,” is a representation of how society coerces us into marriage as an inevitable, major investment of our life force.
The Sensible Woman grasps at her personal freedom through opening a corporate bank account for her LLC. and inverts the “We” of “We the people” into a “Me.”
So, “In order to form a more perfect union,” women must perch on the precarious balance between the professional and the personal, waving their own flag of self-sufficiency.
Women are more independent than ever, yet our independence is ever-more complicated.
Because the vectors of marriage and financial
independence remain at odds with each other.
This work cites the American Declaration of
Independence in its original font styling, interspersed with emails from a bank for opening a corporate account.
The Revolutionary war propoganda poster, “Join or Die,” is a representation of how society coerces us into marriage as an inevitable, major investment of our life force.
The Sensible Woman grasps at her personal freedom through opening a corporate bank account for her LLC. and inverts the “We” of “We the people” into a “Me.”
So, “In order to form a more perfect union,” women must perch on the precarious balance between the professional and the personal, waving their own flag of self-sufficiency.
A Leading Woman
What does it take to be a leader?
You could ask the ultimate executive, one carrying the weight of responsibility 24/7, keeping it all together under the weight of the world’s expectations- any mother.
She catches a glimpse of her half-dressed self in the mirror, between bathtime and bedtime, before her third shift bouncing between her computer and tomorrow’s lunches.
Between the belongings askew on her closet shelves and the crook of her elbow holding her child, she looks to familiar leadership refrains from the corporate world.
But until you’ve changed a diaper, you haven’t experienced ‘tactical proficiency,’ and until you’ve lost the baby weight, you haven’t been ‘cool under pressure.’
This is what a leader looks like, messy bun and all.
You could ask the ultimate executive, one carrying the weight of responsibility 24/7, keeping it all together under the weight of the world’s expectations- any mother.
She catches a glimpse of her half-dressed self in the mirror, between bathtime and bedtime, before her third shift bouncing between her computer and tomorrow’s lunches.
Between the belongings askew on her closet shelves and the crook of her elbow holding her child, she looks to familiar leadership refrains from the corporate world.
But until you’ve changed a diaper, you haven’t experienced ‘tactical proficiency,’ and until you’ve lost the baby weight, you haven’t been ‘cool under pressure.’
This is what a leader looks like, messy bun and all.
A Guesswork Woman
Who are we to others?
If love is a game with no certain outcome, we may not always know where we stand.
Here, the woman is playing with her hands literally tied behind her back. She looks over her shoulder to the Wordle-style grid, trying to guess the word - her identity in the situation depicted.
If you've played Wordle, you see that she could have guessed the answer from the first two lines, but she is at a competitive disadvantage. And the
game grid itself breaks down in line 5.
By the time she figures out the answer - in green - does it even matter anymore?
This is a piece about miscommunication in intimate relationships, and it references different cultures with a brick wall, tiled floor, and Eastern themes…a factor that
often contributes to moments of misunderstanding.
But at the end of it, the piece is about the different
identity layers in all of us, and how they play out
vis-a-vis other people.
If love is a game with no certain outcome, we may not always know where we stand.
Here, the woman is playing with her hands literally tied behind her back. She looks over her shoulder to the Wordle-style grid, trying to guess the word - her identity in the situation depicted.
If you've played Wordle, you see that she could have guessed the answer from the first two lines, but she is at a competitive disadvantage. And the
game grid itself breaks down in line 5.
By the time she figures out the answer - in green - does it even matter anymore?
This is a piece about miscommunication in intimate relationships, and it references different cultures with a brick wall, tiled floor, and Eastern themes…a factor that
often contributes to moments of misunderstanding.
But at the end of it, the piece is about the different
identity layers in all of us, and how they play out
vis-a-vis other people.
A Clockwork Woman
Do you have the time?
Try to tell the time by the position of the woman’s legs, as she sprawls across the clock. Upon closer inspection, the numbers are off by one, like a simple Caesar cipher.
That’s because women can never catch up when they’re living in a world that revolves around the man’s hormonal cycle.
This woman’s torso and insides are the mechanics of the timepiece portrayed.
While a mechanical watch draws its energy from an internal, tightly coiled spring, this clock gets its energy from the aspirational words coiled around its exterior, feeding the woman her instructions.
Yet her biological clock is always ticking. Who’s timeline is she on, anyway?
It’s up to her to properly allocate her most precious resource.
The stakes are high. Because time is a resource you can never replenish once it’s spent.
Try to tell the time by the position of the woman’s legs, as she sprawls across the clock. Upon closer inspection, the numbers are off by one, like a simple Caesar cipher.
That’s because women can never catch up when they’re living in a world that revolves around the man’s hormonal cycle.
This woman’s torso and insides are the mechanics of the timepiece portrayed.
While a mechanical watch draws its energy from an internal, tightly coiled spring, this clock gets its energy from the aspirational words coiled around its exterior, feeding the woman her instructions.
Yet her biological clock is always ticking. Who’s timeline is she on, anyway?
It’s up to her to properly allocate her most precious resource.
The stakes are high. Because time is a resource you can never replenish once it’s spent.
A Reflected Woman
Do I look fat? A self-portrait, in a vulnerable moment- a fitting room mirror in Paris, December 2021. Cheap slogans scream from glossy magazines and ads, “You go girl, you’re enough, want what you have,” and the like. Women are told to love themselves and accept their bodies in order to open the door to equality.
Yet that door is often shaped like a narrow standard of beauty. No wonder women struggle with the inner voice of self-doubt, asking “How do I look?
Will it ever be enough? Is this it…?” as in this piece. Are we served by the empty cliches and expectations we are raised on? Do they chip away at us? The pursuit for perfection in external appearance can be a useful mechanism of control, when everything is out of our hands. But no matter how fine the French lace, no matter how exquisite the gems, no matter how small the jeans, it’s still “fake it” without the “make it,” if the garment is wearing you. Then, what is “making it?” Liking what you see in the mirror, is a good start.
Yet that door is often shaped like a narrow standard of beauty. No wonder women struggle with the inner voice of self-doubt, asking “How do I look?
Will it ever be enough? Is this it…?” as in this piece. Are we served by the empty cliches and expectations we are raised on? Do they chip away at us? The pursuit for perfection in external appearance can be a useful mechanism of control, when everything is out of our hands. But no matter how fine the French lace, no matter how exquisite the gems, no matter how small the jeans, it’s still “fake it” without the “make it,” if the garment is wearing you. Then, what is “making it?” Liking what you see in the mirror, is a good start.
A Compartmentalized Woman
What’s your choicest cut of steak? Here, the woman is split up into parts, labeled as cuts of beef. We have an animal nature and a spiritual nature. If we are spiritual beings in physical bodies, how are the woman’s two inner worlds supposed to coexist? In the foreground, her compartmentalized body and the red background depict the animal soul, and that set of needs.
Does separating between her animal nature vs. her spiritual nature… liberate her? Or make her just a piece of meat?
Does separating between her animal nature vs. her spiritual nature… liberate her? Or make her just a piece of meat?
The Subversion of Justice
Life isn’t fair. Under the weight of columns morphing into bones, a once stoic Lady Justice has been completely physically incapacitated.
The violent denial of justice is depicted in a ball and chain, ropes, chains, a harness, straps and spikes.
It’s overbearing, because injustice is unbearable.
The piece is meant to challenge the viewer to stand up in the face of injustice because in the world we live in, silence is complicity.
The violent denial of justice is depicted in a ball and chain, ropes, chains, a harness, straps and spikes.
It’s overbearing, because injustice is unbearable.
The piece is meant to challenge the viewer to stand up in the face of injustice because in the world we live in, silence is complicity.
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