I want you to view this particular piece with your own interpretations, so I'll try to refrain from spending too much time illuminating the significance. But as evident during my creative process, its artistic arsenal is largely driven by a societal expectation of vanity, aging, beauty and extremes.
The hillside was far more treacherous than it actually appeared, and even though I didn’t foresee clambering up and down the jagged terrain… my 8-year-old nephew (among others in our brood) got a real kick out of thinking I was some sort of neophyte Pink Power Ranger. Pity I left my blade blaster, metallic armor, and spandex suit at home. Not sure about spandex, but if you and all your friends want to start your own gang of crime fighting superheros, you'll need some matching outfits... something stylish of course. (RTBU sweater, Topshop skirt and Emma Cook boots)
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