Stealing from ghosts
I stole a little black cape with sequins on the shoulders that I remember wearing when I went with my mum to the fishmongers on the fish quay, no occasion too small to dress up.
A black satin blouse that was a bit tight but all the better for it.
Hey Hey We were the Monkees and I was a Believer
I became her foot soldier. She taught me the facts of life on the way to school. She got it a bit wrong but we muddled through and I let her take the credit.
Still being ridiculous in the 21st century
Surrealism allowed women to uniquely express their experiences; a woman could have been tried by a male judge and burnt as a witch for such practices in the eighteenth century.
Can a male critic get the perspective of a female Surrealist?