A Woman Who Is No Longer Quite a Woman
<p>“I am not a woman.” I spied the sticker on Fabienne Audéoud’s refrigerator as we were saying our goodbyes at the very end of our studio visit. The kitchen was tidy and lived-in. A bowl of red onions stood on a worn wooden table covered in cables and notes, facing out onto the main studio area which had been converted into a viewing room for the occasion. A breeze issued in from a door that opened onto a generous roof terrace, where we had been standing a minute ago, admiring the view over Paris. When I pointed out the sticker, repeating the phrase out loud, Audéoud seemed bashful. It was certainly a statement, she explained. A statement that spoke back to her because, she said, she realized she had never felt much attached to that identifier: Woman…</p>
Authors: Alex Quicho
Artists: Fabienne Audéoud
Part of: TextWork
ISSN: 27269949