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Divided Minds
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18 x 24 inches
Mixed media collage
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Artist Note: Once again, the face and hair of this image was drawn separately and glued together. I went to the
cafeteria after breakfast and asked them for all their eggshells. I washed the, crushed them, and allowed them to dry.
The shirt was drawn out of tracing paper and then the eggshells were glued under it. For weeks afterward, I could
press on the image and hear the crunch as I was slowly being compacted, slowly being pressed into the shape I needed
to be.
Finally, after weeks of crushing, I was finally compressed into my two sides. The fairly normal looking one of the right
and the screaming crazy one on the left.
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I guess there’s something wrong with me.
‘Cause I don’t fit in.
No one wants to touch it.
No one knows where to begin.
I just want more than one membership to more than one club
‘Cause I owe my life to the people that I love.
He looks me up and down like he knows what time it is.
Like he’s got my number, like he thinks it’s his.
He says, “Call me, Ms. DiFranco, if there’s anything I can do”
I say, “It’s Mr. DiFranco to you.”
Some days the line I walk turns out to be straight.
Other days, the line tends to deviate.
I got no criteria for sex or race.
I just want to hear your voice; I just want to see your face.
She looks me up and down, like she thinks that I’m not sure.
Like she’s got my number, like it belongs to her.
She says “Call me, Ms. DiFranco, if there’s anything I can do.”
I say, “You know, I got spots. Mind if I got stripes?”
Their eyes are all asking, “Are you in or are you out?”
And I think, “Hmm, What is this about? I mean—”
Tonight you can’t put me up on any shelf.
‘Cause I came here alone and I’m gonna leave by my self.
I just wanna show you the way that I feel
And when I get tired, you take the wheel.
To me, what’s more important is the person that I bring.
Not just getting the same restaurant, eating the same thing.
I guess there’s something wrong with me.
‘Cause I don’t fit in.
No one wants to touch it
No one knows where to begin.
I just want more than one membership to more than one club
‘Cause I owe my life to the people that I love.
These lyrics were written by Ani DiFranco whose work I admire very much.
She owns the copyright to them.
