https://hangsawoman.com hangsawoman Thu, 16 Mar 2023 17:16:28 +0000 https://hangsawoman.com en https://hangsawoman.com/homepage Thu, 16 Mar 2023 17:16:28 +0000 hangsawoman https://hangsawoman.com/homepage FOLLOW THE TREES TRACK EVERY FOOTSTEP GATHER EVERY CLUEHERE&nbsp;is your guide &nbsp; sofia · woods walk var cpo = []; cpo["_object"] ="cincopa_ae981c"; cpo["_fid"] = "AANAX8-64ApF"; var _cpmp = _cpmp || []; _cpmp.push(cpo); (function() { var cp = document.createElement("script"); cp.type = "text/javascript"; cp.async = true; cp.src = "https://rtcdn.cincopa.com/libasync.js"; var c = document.getElementsByTagName("script")[0]; c.parentNode.insertBefore(cp, c); })(); https://hangsawoman.com/Info Thu, 01 Sep 2022 00:15:21 +0000 hangsawoman https://hangsawoman.com/Info TRUE STUDIO Via Dei Condotti, 93, 00187 Roma ︎&nbsp;︎&nbsp;︎&nbsp;︎&nbsp;︎&nbsp;︎ https://hangsawoman.com/Control Thu, 01 Sep 2022 00:15:21 +0000 hangsawoman https://hangsawoman.com/Control Hangsawoman an experimental thesis + digital text by sof(ia) sears &amp; natalie waite &amp; shirley jackson &amp; shelley jackson https://hangsawoman.com/Monster-Girl Thu, 01 Sep 2022 00:15:22 +0000 hangsawoman https://hangsawoman.com/Monster-Girl MONSTER / GIRL Was I “schizophrenic,” unstable, incoherent, coming apart like a frayed childhood blanket,was I a loose cannon, was I mentally ill, was I “hysterical,” was I “increasingly plagued by visions,” was I detached from “reality,” was I sick, was I unwell, was I an unreliable narrator (because aren’t all girls unreliable narrators), was I an untrustworthy witness to my own interior life, was I projecting,&nbsp; was I Freud’s Dora in a blue headband propelled into the 20th century, was I attention-seeking, was I hungry for his eyes on me and didn’t know how else to elicit that gaze, was I unintelligible, was I a spite-filled resentful daughter, was I reckless, was I a malignancy, was I pathologizable, was I diagnosable, was I a monster or was I just a girl? https://hangsawoman.com/beginning Thu, 01 Sep 2022 00:03:18 +0000 hangsawoman https://hangsawoman.com/beginning NATALIE, WHERE ARE YOU? NATALIE WAITE By which I mean me. By which I mean: dirt and damp leaves and matted blood-salted hair. By which I mean: myth. Girl. Compost &nbsp; heap. Rotted blue limbs. Everywhere, polluting, haunting the woods. I made it out alive, I think, but also maybe I didn’t. Maybe I is an error message. Maybe I is a fantasy. A silk sheet draped over an emptiness.&nbsp; a nd why did you follow her into those w oo d s?&nbsp; <img width="612" height="408" width_o="612" height_o="408" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/b906376d9a78907a4c6d9cb14022253257930f60bb6bf4073bc72ad5a34fdefd/8095FB07-67C5-42F7-B5B5-06473A457081_1_105_c-removebg-preview.png" data-mid="172847723" border="0" data-scale="84" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/612/i/b906376d9a78907a4c6d9cb14022253257930f60bb6bf4073bc72ad5a34fdefd/8095FB07-67C5-42F7-B5B5-06473A457081_1_105_c-removebg-preview.png" /> js00 · gryning