
Maria Lionza
She is the embodiment of the matriarchal spirit.
Making visible the "aesthetic envelope" that expresses and shapes feeling, belief, and moral conviction.
She is the embodiment of the matriarchal spirit.
This armor is entirely literal.
A symbol of how we map out the direction and speed of the winds of change.
I screamed and plunged my arm in to grab it.
The one pretty thing that reminded me of oily, deep-fried food.
Symbols for the first thing that let me pretend to be who I wanted to be.
There’s something more fantastical than ironic about them.
It felt like the kind of physical thing you bring back from Narnia.
“I need a decent bell,” I said.
What a libertine wants, more than anything, is liberty.
I considered it the epitome of bad taste.
“One step ahead.”
How did these Mooninite lite-brite devices end up all over Boston?
My thermos is like a magic wand.