Confidence Tastes Like A Low-Slung Cloud
In Confidence Tastes Like a Low-Slung Cloud, I present a series of images in which mischievous, faceless figures inhabit desolate environs. Unable to meet our gaze, they become inaccessible, and in turn upend traditional feminine expectations of nurturing and obedience. With their backs to us, and their gaze averted, we are left to search the figures and the landscape for clues, likely inserting our own narrative to find meaning and connection. By employing the use of props, humorous and awkward gestures, concealment and alien landscapes, I create a quiet resistance that subverts traditional ideas of femininity and contemplates the idea that there is power in unruly behavior and anonymity.