“Feminine Rage” is an interactive piece that demands not only to be seen, but to be confronted. Viewers are invited to peer into the open, screaming maw of a woman frozen in a moment of fury. But this is not theatrical anger. This is the rage born of being dismissed, diminished, and denied.
Inside her throat, you will find words—things men say to women that ignite a quiet, daily fury. These phrases will change regularly, reflecting the persistent drip of patronization, erasure, and entitlement that so many women endure. You are invited—no, challenged—to return, to read, to listen.
This work is not subtle. It is a mirror, a megaphone, a mouthful of truth. My hope is that brave souls, especially men, will reengage often, sit with the discomfort, and begin to unlearn the habits and phrases that keep women small. This is not just a scream. It is a call to awareness, to empathy, and to change.
Feminine Rage is a mixed media piece that engages the senses. It is constructed from raw OSB plywood, a material chosen for its coarse, unfinished texture and structural honesty.
Don’t.
We notice shifts. We feel danger. We speak up. And too often, we’re told we’re overreacting—
until we’re proven right. Trust her gut.
It’s not magic. It’s intelligence.
And it deserves to be heard.
A compliment that shrinks. It says beauty means fragility. That women don’t belong in hard conversations. Let us think. Let us speak. Let us lead.
Our heads aren’t just pretty. They’re powerful.
That’s patriarchy, dressed as concern. So when women shame other women, ask—Who gave them the script?
Say it to a woman, and it reduces her feelings to something laughable. Say it to a man, and it uses femininity as an insult. Either way, it teaches the same lesson: Don’t feel too much. Don’t speak too loudly. Don’t make anyone uncomfortable.
Exactly.
So please—don’t ask. Don’t assume.
