As girls and women, we are blinded by the dress. The dress promises happily ever after. The dress promises that you will never be alone in the world. It promises holding hands forever. It promises children, family, holidays and celebrations. It promises success, however you would define it. It promises that you will grow old with the love of your life. It promises that all of your dreams will come true. The dress promises that all past hurts will disappear.
The dress is a mirage. The dress is the emperor’s new clothes. Joseph Beuys would have hung the pristine, perfect, white wedding dress on the wall to represent those issues.
As a woman, striving for self actualization. I realized that idea was too literal for me. It wasn’t my style. I needed to feel the fibers. I needed to deconstruct , to reconstruct the dress, quite like I needed to do for myself. I looked at the dress, and started to rip, as I started to rip, I began to heal. Creating this series, opened my life up to all of the possibilities that lay before me. My life was no longer about dwelling in the ugliness. My life is about creating beauty.