The Liberation of a Feminist
I almost want to become one of the male kind. I read tales of knights in shinning armor to rescue the damsel in distress, quests of Kings and Princes, and of course who doesn't know Zeus? It seems that they are the master of the world. Then... when I look at the mirror on my birthday suit, the aforementioned ambition is a hopeless case. hahaha! Not unless a genie would grant my wish, lol! The image of "man" even in religious aspect has always been the powerful and the wise. I don't want to be blasphemous but in my insecure state of gender equality, I definitely object. One time I talked to the museum curator, I presented him a study of my piece for our next exhibit and guess what he said - I bet you'll be wearing a new school uniform the next day.. haha! The problem with school exhibit rules is it always violates the artist's freedom, like duh, I don't wanna elaborate the boredom of essential manners and right conduct under Jesuit premise. As a Surrealis...