Why am I drawn to this picture of a tattooed woman holding a craft-embellished stuffed animal? Because part of me wants to be her, and could be her in another parallel universe. Because I love the aspect of camouflage in this picture. There she is, posing in a fully formed persona.
When one reads the article associated with this picture, the reader gets a clear idea of what's important to her, what drives her but; really, the interior life of this person is very well hidden. I love that feat. It's kind of why I wear funky glasses and why I sport my own very timid and low-key tattoo on my own wrist. (and why I daydream about having more tattoos and funkier clothes.) It's all part and parcel of the theatrical visual aspect one needs to construct to be a more public person.
People sport fictitious or fantastical public personas all the time (think Salvador Dali, the San Francisco Brown twins, Barak Obama, Dame Edna, Sarah Palin). These carefully established roles are worn like business clothes. It's a uniform and these forms follow function.
For years my coping mechanism was to hide in plain sight, to try to be invisible. It worked rather successfully but I've grown tired of that old game and its expectations (i.e. - fawning sycophancy). It's time to try a new one.
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