The storm blows in grey water at her back.She took her time dressing, and stands unmovingin black frock coat and collar which ripples — mostly air,yet thick, and white as a new wall. She does not dressas women do. Her mother always wanted a boy. Her motherchased her with a belt through the long halls of a housethat echoed when she cried. Her mother put her in pinaforesand punished her for drawing. When she paints herself,she has only rarely been a woman: spray of feathers siton her top hat like a gargoyle guards buildings from the rain.
Apollo Chastain (Fri,) studied this question.