Visceral Ritual

As a child, I spent my time in the company of only my sisters and select parent-approved friends, exploring the woods surrounding my home many times over and attending church twice a week. For many men in our church hunting was a popular activity, and I have vivid memories of the animal skins I grew up around. Within our community, in our religious cult of womanhood; there is a theater of eternal teenage girls - confrontational while on display yet desperately picking our own skin.