A visual essay through the eyes of a generation of women and set to the words of the poet Franz Wright, unravelling the patterns of conditioning that create the unmanaged expectations we take into life and love.
« when the heavenward face is burned away
and its scared eyes
and its tears
and its euphoria, which no one can imagine
(wrong: someone in love can imagine!)
And I have heard God’s silence like the sun
now I long to return to it »
