Isis Captured🪽
Hanging wings made of cardboard, plaster, wax,Â
and collage. About 4x2.5’
I will not let you have me. I will not let you capture me. I will not let you kill me. Will you still have me? Want me? Love me? Do you love me? Are you capable? Probably not. I love you. I want you. I want you to kill me. Is that what you want? The control? Because I’ll do whatever it is that you want. Only if that’s what you want. Do you? Do you want that? Do you want to kill me? To own me? My hands are tied behind my back. I’m held down. Bonded. Do it. I dare you. Or does that make you uncomfortable? Knowing I’ll do anything for you. Knowing I’d let you do whatever it is you want to do. To me. Anything. Does that scare you? It scares me. Do you like that control? Your power over me? It seems like you do. You just won’t acknowledge it. Why not? I’m acknowledging it. You have me. All of me. The knife is in your hands. Cut off my wings. Take what you want. I want you to have them. Just don’t blame me when I start to hate you. I resent you. I hate what you do to me. You make me hate myself. I don’t love you. I just want to know whether or not I can be loved. I am Isis.