City of Women
The female body is a mystery. We become divided subjects from the beginning; segregated from the womb to become ourselves, ushered into our seasonal existence with the flow of blood, signaling that we can make something and then leave it behind. Femaleness is seasonal, gorgeous, sensual, and terrifying. What inscriptions, invasions, beautifications and mark-making will occur during the course of her lifetime?
A woman’s body is a meditation.