(Sharon Hughes,2009) Am I a reflection in a window? Mirroring an existence I embody in a mannequin, dressed to suit this era? I would rather be naked, broken in pieces; sprawled across a dressing room floor! Am I a black and white, sepia toned snapshot? Bleached and dyed, to create a colour that never originally existed? I would rather be a silhouette in the distance; or hidden behind an obscure door! Am I an anonymous apparition? To be passed by, disregarded by the masses, who pursue favour from the throngs? I would rather be a lone phantom, than a carbon-copy cut out in the window of a store!