I was struck by this particular image because it was untitled, something that I normally dislike in art. The work simply had a description stating that the work was made with blood and feathers, and for some reason, I felt very satisfied with my opportunity to impose my own meaning and title on the piece. The first word I think of when I look at it is shame. Shame, then discomfort, then strength. I wonder what story lies beneath those feathers, how the blood and feathers came to be applied. What does that facial expression stand for? female violence and humiliation? Female empowerment? She looks natural, in tune with the background, while simultaneously looking out of place and uncomfortable.