High Concept

How does the doll-as-girl take back the power of the dress and make it her own without disowning or disrespecting the culture/family/symbols of which she is clearly a part? How can she show her gratitude for being plucked from the basket and saved from the raging river of death without having to conform to those aspects of culture/family/symbol that keep her small and wear like heavy chain? How, as an instructor, does she guide other young writers/thinkers out to sea, helping them to find their way, teaching them to navigate by stars, without also imposing something of herself on them? How can she lay bleeding and accept the comfort and medicine of the other--soften into partnership--without feeling like a horse that's being broken? The balance of power. Self. Other. Alone. Together. With. Free Of.