’And in the shadow she crawls
clutching her faded photograph.
My image under her thumb,
with a message for my heart.
She's been everybody else's girl.
Maybe one day she'll be her own.’
- Tori Amos, Girl
A quietly shadowy portrait, - dark in the blacks
and exposed in the lighter, caught movement.
’Perhaps with a message for my own heart’ Hannah says,
’cause like so often, the photograph came
before the realisation for me.
In this case that concerning learning the art of
belonging to ourselves first.’