It has been a dizzying and excellent two weeks.
Ilona's piece required physical and mental space. "This one is a personal piece," she said. Identifiable by any of us, we are all told things, unsavory things, that may or can shape us, our realities.
As a woman, these comments take on a sexist hue (to her by others) I suppose. But if a man did this piece? Would a man do this piece?
Women live in a continual quest of deciphering their place in society: "am I a lady or a tramp?"
The piece comprised of unsavory comments, strings and response from Ilona which culminate (pinned to) an artist portrait "an inappropriate woman"