what she said
So, now that I’ve told you why I won’t tell you some things. Here are some of the things I will tell you.
One of my favorite moments was at the Smithfield exhibition, the first one. There were about 30 v-portraits installed on the walls, and two of my friends were side by side viewing them.
The two weren’t friends themselves exactly, but because of their relationships with me, seeing each other at my birthdays and events, and knowing how I felt about each of them, they had an intimacy-by-association between them.
One of them said to the other “I think that’s me.” And, the other woman said, “No, it’s not.“ “How do you know?” the first one said. “Because that’s me!”
I love that. A few of the women who participated told me that they wondered whether they would be able to identify themselves by their v-portrait.
This was the first time the v-portraits were framed and installed on walls, and viewed altogether like that, and—viewed by women who weren’t directly involved in making v-portraits.
After the exhibition, I could not bring myself box them up to wait for the next one, so I installed them in my living room. My apartment was vagina central.
