Being from a seacoast town the hypnotic and dreamlike quality of water, ocean, tide pools and the sky give me scope and spec for examination of soul. In my work water is not always a fixed backdrop, perhaps just an implied feeling of ethereal, tempestuous, changing, complexity and a safe space to claim and be claimed by. My examination then inevitably drifts toward my position as a woman. For example, our assumed superior empathetic understanding of others and expectations implied. For some this may be true, for others we may gain through practice as we grow due to that exact expectation. Several roles we play may be reflected in the works’ titles: A guardian goddess, self sustaining, lost in thoughts of dark dark things, discussions with other women that wouldn’t be understood outside of ourselves, or simply bending backwards. When I finish floating out of this enveloping world I seem to ask myself a similar question. What will the leveling end mean if these experiences deliver me a feeling of secret worthier power of our collective strength while simultaneously underlying the caustically unjust truth of a deep imbalance?