Claudette, appears on a corset. A corset
I bought with her as she recalled wearing
garments as such in her youth. She
reminisced about her young self. “Teta” she
said, “my waist was the narrowest of all,
its circumference was 45cm on my wedding
night.”
I want it to be perfect. But what is
perfect in this convoluted world. I think
of her life, all of it, I miss her. This
work pulls at the notions of loss and
performativity, it confronts the
twisted contorted control we dwell in, as
people, as women. Cinched, positioned,
poised. The loss of play. The blindness to
the breadth of the
embodied experience.