My friends are owl, crow, black swan, hawk, phoenix, & the starlings.
I don’t usually wear clothes, but I do change my head frequently. I, like all odalisques, have a fantastic coat.
We were friends in Paris around the turn-of-the-century:
but lost touch. I contacted her by staghorn post after her photo appeared in the world’s newspapers–she was abducted from her solitary life in the desert and imprisoned in a Venezualan basement because she was believed to be a member of the bourgeoisie. Our correspondence, though erratic, is an important part of my scrapbook. She reminds me of my past, and of the political struggle of the odalisque. ****UPDATE!! HENRIETTE LIBRE!! Henriette escaped the prison des beaux arts when Chavez turned into a bird!!!!*
I make figures to illustrate complex concepts (they have their own scrapbook category —->)
I mistrust the ocean and its inhabitants:
Although I have not left the Obelisk, I do travel in outer-space.
Here are some of my favorite things:
I will write no more of love
Thank you for looking. Thank you.
if you’re interested in–
sexual personae camille paglia decadence feminism male gaze deconstruction deconstructing
poetry yeats rilke tanka haiku japanese female poets yosano akiko anne carson susan howe
surrealism feminist art collage
dream journey jung james hillman archetypes images personal myths eros impermanence
–you might like my scrapbo