Our Lady of Intersectionality

On wings of purple prose, the intersectional feminists that I admire use eloquence to rise above, though they are often hiding deep wounds and other faces to do it. Green, like Lady Liberty, this Saint of Feminism has her patina worn off in a mirror of a suffragette's sash, as though she has been embraced many times by her devotees, and been polished by their sashes and rosettes.


48" x 48" x 6", acrylic on stuffed canvas with paper clay