it was my first day as a woman

created at 5 in the morning as a sketchbook assignment for mr. schall's class after listening to the song "angry inch" on the hedwig and the angry inch soundtrack. I think I spilled coffee on it and it got a little wrinkled under my bed....

oops... I mean... I flittered and fluttered it incessantly in a fit of artistic rage, thus wrinkling my powerful and metaphorical look at the state of space and emotion

it has a savage underlying message