archetypes

had a bizarre experience when i visited a friend yesterday, who told me that she sees me as a painting of a woman, combing her hair next to a body of water - and that i need to stop being that. my hair stood on end. she described one of the only art works my mother ever bought for me, namely 'ophelia' by waterhouse, which my mother said reminded her so much of me, she felt compelled to buy it for my 18th birthday. so my mantra, starting this weekend, is 'less ophelia, more cleopatra'