A Red Sock’s Tale
n a past life I see myself running to a woman up the green grassy hill. I know she is my wife. She looks sad. We live in a little wooden house.
Caught in the wasteland, in conditions unsuitable and disturbing, her fearless determination turns a crisis situation into a positive, until she’s not alone.
Francesca Woodman once stated: “You cannot see me from where I look at myself.” I, Unfolded develops the ideas of identity and personality.