Deer Woman
When I make masks, I listen to what they have to say and usually a clear voice speaks in my head. But Deer Woman was silent. She hung on the wall with her eyes downcast, quiet as, well, a deer. She hung alone with no drawer to live in for months. Then when I gave her a home and painted it camouflage, I knew why she was quiet: she is the part of me who feels like prey.
Deer Woman is that part of every woman who is afraid to go alone at night to certain parts of town, who stays wisely vigilant of her surroundings, who keeps quiet in perceived danger, who hunkers down.
