Marsha
I met Marsha at a flea market in CT, she was sitting on a chair in her booth selling clothes dressed with red outfit, long white gloves and green cherry leotards, she looked uncommon, idiosyncratic, atypical.
I asked where she got her sense of style and mixing so many dissimilar patterns an colors. She told me that when she was a little girl, she played dress up, putting so many mixed colors and patters together. No one corrected her, she felt that all those patters and colors were normal. Marsha was on her own most of the time and she got to be creative with her clothes, her mother never told her that the colors she chose were odd so Marsha continued to dress exactly the way she wanted all life.
What is unusual about Marsha is that she stares into space as though she is part of a movie but not sure of the story but we know that there must be a story. She looks like she is part of an old movie that she has forgotten what it was but somehow wants the world know that she is part of an drama/era that she alone has created.
I asked where she got her sense of style and mixing so many dissimilar patterns an colors. She told me that when she was a little girl, she played dress up, putting so many mixed colors and patters together. No one corrected her, she felt that all those patters and colors were normal. Marsha was on her own most of the time and she got to be creative with her clothes, her mother never told her that the colors she chose were odd so Marsha continued to dress exactly the way she wanted all life.
What is unusual about Marsha is that she stares into space as though she is part of a movie but not sure of the story but we know that there must be a story. She looks like she is part of an old movie that she has forgotten what it was but somehow wants the world know that she is part of an drama/era that she alone has created.
