Amelia Forgot Her Wings
I am one of those odd birds that remembers at least something from my dreams the night before almost every day. I rather enjoy the strange symbolism and randomness of it all. That is a bit of what inspired this piece.
Amelia Earhart fascinates me. She was a bold, independent woman that shook a male dominated field and became a legend lost in mystery. This piece is what I imagine her dreams might have looked like after she first disappeared. The wide open sky, the frilly dress she would have never worn normally (a false illusion of fragility) and a coin operated child's plane, a representation of her joy in flight, now grounded.
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"One of my favorite phobias is that girls, especially those whose tastes aren't routine, often don't get a fair break... It has come down through the generations, an inheritance of age-old customs, which produced the corollary that women are bred to timidity."
- Amelia Earhart