We were meant to see our reflections infrequently, bent at the waist to peer into a pool, or kneeling at the edge of a river bed. The reflections were rippled and tinted by the color of the pool, integrated with the reflections of plants and sky surrounding it. It reminded us that we were a part of the natural world that we inhabit.
So much of who we expect ourselves to be has become muddled with the visual messaging of our societies - seeing our reflections so constantly has forced us to consider who we are to be based primarily on our superficial characteristics. The guide in this space has reclaimed herself, utilizing the feminine detritus often characterized as cutesy or trivial and used it to inhabit her wild power. The space is a mess of broken teacups, floral patterns, costume jewelry, beads, ribbons, and rough organic vases.
