There are several woman that captivate me, woman who choose live in their own world, their own way and fight their internal little battles and sometimes win, other times sink in deeper.
Woman dedicated to their craft, using it as a shield to fight their emotions
1951, literature saved the life of Janet Frame.
I just finished watching “An angel at my table” a movie so beautiful yet hard to watch at times, is so real it hurts,
How many people in this world is judged by their appearance?, by mere shyness?…
“I don’t wish to inhabit the world under false pretences. I’m relieved to have discovered my identity after being so confused about it for so many years. Why should people be afraid if I confide in them? Yet people will always be afraid and jealous of those who finally establish their identity; it leads them to consider their own, to seclude it, cosset it, for fear it may be borrowed or interfered with, and when they are in the act of protecting it they suffer the shock of realizing that their identity is nothing, it is something they dreamed and never knew; and then begins the painstaking search – what shall they choose – beast? another human being? insect? bird?”
― Janet Frame. Towards another summer.
You can get her biography here (which will be the birthday present, I will give to myself)
And this is the trailer for the movie.