by Anne Russell
Indian ink on archival paper 14.00x14.00cm .original signed in A4 mount
She lost her head . She has no idea how or why that happened ."Is this how it is?" she wonders "Who am I in this male dominated world ?" she feels like a plaything put to work to amuse as an object balanced on the nose of the performing seal . She , like the seal are powerless. Nature ,represented by the seal, like the feminine principle are one .Both ,of the same tamed spirit.