the right kind of woman takes two routes: sterile observation and personal response. A cause and effect. We live in a complicatedly cruel reality where there are an insurmountable number of images of women in this world. While there are many factors to consider with this realization, what is most obvious is the drowning saturation. Various representations—with questionable roots imbedded in the mind of man—has come to have an overwhelming presence in our society.
I question the purest foundations of femininity; ultimately what it means for myself. The reaction process (of seeing, absorbing, and repurposing what we see) with these accounts of women (such as social media profiles, selfies, videos) shapes the way the female archive has grown from the first moment a woman was immortalized by the frame of a camera.
So now I attempt to relearn what my body means. Photographs and other forms of visual information and entertainment are subliminally altering the way in which women bring themselves into being. The female body hasn’t evolved naturally—it has been contrived. The femme deserves proper fulfillment.