03/14/2024
She's the Queen of Hearts.
She gets the prize. Bring her all the roses--lots of the rosy, red ones. Yes, bring the ones with the deeply saturated red color on their Victorian petals--so richly permeated with expectation, the color so densely infected with the grandeur-filled traditions and oaths that promise intentions like "honest forever" and "so help me God."
She's been primed and made ready, and now she's been put in the pink until she blooms, fed with Hallmark-papered sweet nothings and fairytales at bedtime that promise fantasy-based lies. Fill her head with those bright white messages and mix in some pink because it's so true that pink is for girls. These are her lessons, and she's been relentlessly schooled to learn that to get pink, the white must be bright and the red controlled. With this recipe for the good-girl rules, she gets her roses, making her a queen.
"Queen of Hearts," 18"x24" pastel on paper, by Ray Castro