oil on canvas, 34″ x 24″
Rapunzel’s life is not her own—she is merely the vessel of her proprietors’ demands, their dreams, their desires. They imprison Rapunzel and strip her naked. They fetishize her hair, symbol of her virginity. They clutch at her ripe breasts. They clench the promise of her womb between their prying, possessive palms. She sits still and silent in the darkness of her isolation, but in this darkness she will rise.
Private Collection
Cryptid Productions 