When Women Begin to Feel

I am elated to share the series between myself and Ayla.

In this project, we tell stories of female characters who don't have a voice or have been told from a masculine perspective.

As said by Ayla; “we are breathing life into female characters whose stories have been overshadowed, misrepresented, or villainized. This series isn't about reframing these women as misunderstood heroes-it's about diving deeply into the raw and sometimes unsettling depths of their characters. We aim to capture them as they are: flawed, fierce, and fully themselves.”

Our first Character we explored is Ophelia:

Ophelia's Soliloquy:

(Written by Ayla )

To feel or not to feel, that is the question:

Whether to endure a love betrayed, Or cast aside this mortal body, And by one act, end all heartache.

To act, to end-But what scorn may follow,

When silences weigh louder than cries?

Who could bear the poisoned words of a prince,

Or the hollow praises of a king and brother, Who call me pretty, yet see me not as worth?

To die untouched, unloved, betrayed, My maidenhood a curse, my love unreturned.

Perhaps, in death, more beautiful, Drown'd and mermaid-like with crow flowers and daisies.

Forgive me, for this final act,

Driven by a pain too deep to mend.

If I die screaming, I hope now you finally hear it.

If you or someone you know is struggling, please reach out. You're not alone.

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Our 2nd Character is from Jane Eyre; Bertha.

In the photography series "Women Begin to Feel", we explore the layers of emotion and humanity in literary figures often cast into the shadows.

One such figure is Bertha Mason from Jane Eyre—a woman whose story has been written off as madness but holds far more complexity when viewed with empathy.

The idea that Bertha's pain, confinement, and resistance deserve to be understood shouldn't feel radical. Empathy-the ability to share and understand another's feelings-is a fundamental part of being human. Through these artful images, we invite viewers to step beyond the surface and into Bertha's world.

This series is a call to look deeper, to see the humanity in those silenced by history, fiction, and society. Empathy isn't a revolutionary act; it's what makes us human.

What stories unfold when you choose to see through someone else's eyes?

Daisy Buchanan

trapped between love and delusion, choice and inevitability, the weight of expectation pressing against the inside of her ribs...

"Granulated me, never had a drink before, but oh how I do enjoy it.

Tell 'em all Daisy's change' her mind. Oh please just let me be.

Just let me sit here in this hurt.

Say Daisy done change' her mind.

I grown up wishin and dreamin and hopin.

Hopin' for so many things.

Did you I know I can play the piano? I used to summon love though those keys and dream of the day he'd come back. But now I belong to a lost generation and I am no longer interested in finding out and realizing dreams.

Dreams are for the foolish, for little girls who ain't got a clue what love can do. But I do so love him. I love him, even if there isn't any me, or any love, or even any life. I love him.

I've been fool. I am a sad and stupid little fool.

I don't want to live- I want to love first, and live incidentally.

So tell them I change' my mind.

One for the money, two for the show, I never been ready but I guess I'll go.

I guess l'll be sophisticated, so graulate me.

I'll no longer live as Miss Daisy, my minds been made up. Go tell 'em I won't do it. That I change' my mind and I'll stay right here.

Once the bubbles are gone and the bath gets cold and the long moment since passed with detremind my future. That l've decided I change' my mind and that I quite like it right here. Ain't need no more grandulation, cause I chnaged my mnid. Tlel em Dsaiy dnoe

caghned her mind. Plaese jsut let me be."