This image is one that I have been really fighting. There are always those pieces which you hunk are complete, or can add to. Unfortunately enough, this just happens to be the one. The more interesting thing though is the concept behind it. It is actually quiet ironic. This is meant to be a statement against how women are essentially sewn to be. About a two centuries ago, Corsets were in style and they were worn by all higher class women. But this device was not controllable, nor was it cheap, but it showed off the "ideal" hour glass figure. Although in modern society women do not have to wear these contraptions anymore, They are still burned with the image that society has placed on them as ideal. Even in the bare nude, societies hold is present. Almost like a corset that is sewn right into ones skin. This struggle for self acceptance and social perfection is the main objective for this piece. It is also the reason why my uneasiness towards it is somewhat ironic.
Grumbacher Oil Paint, Canvas, Black String