In the night I imagine this woman smoking her cigarette. She’s shaved her head, wears exactly what she wants and looks at me in a way that stirs a jealous, admiring ache. The title, No Permission, reads however you choose — rebellion, liberation, indifference. What does this painting make you feel? What are you yearning to do but something holds you back? I say: do it like this woman.
In the night I imagine this woman smoking her cigarette. She’s shaved her head, wears exactly what she wants and looks at me in a way that stirs a jealous, admiring ache. The title, No Permission, reads however you choose — rebellion, liberation, indifference. What does this painting make you feel? What are you yearning to do but something holds you back? I say: do it like this woman.