“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.” - Margaret Atwood
In this quote, Margaret Atwood pinpoints that performance is a foundational aspect of womanhood. In my sequence titled Male Fantasies I put the subject in a position that objectifies her. The audience views this intimate moment, thinking they are safe as the observer only to find themselves abruptly confronted by the subject. Revealing that she was aware of their surveillance. This is a work about identity and what it means to be raised as a woman. How can I know who I am if my life is a performance?