Army of Ink Little Black Duck

army of ink little black duck

Little Black Duck .

Mary doesn’t go around anymore, preferring the swamp to the lake.  Where one is not laced in ribbons and bows, or stood up like pretty maids all in a row.  And ducks are not ugly because they wear black.  Jacks can be Jills –  Jills can be Jacks  

Mary goes on to say … when she accepted she was different – she could get away with being herself … and even if she doesn’t  fit it – she still has a place.

Footnote:  This ink seems to be pointing to being different,  not fitting in – not conforming.   Valuing individuality and difference.  She’s stripping off, unraveling, taking off the pretty little dress, stepping out of the pretty little thing space and onto her own solid path.   She could also be about sexuality.  Gender stereotypes and roles and the pain (like ballerina’s feet!) of conforming to imposed ideals of what a ‘girl’ should look like, dress like, be like – or a BOy for that matter.    As for the ‘Preferring the swamp to the lake?” I think she’s found her place and from that discovery now rejects the notion that good things can only be found in seemingly nice places.   Nice people.  Then there’s a tone of contradiction.  Like the world of a ballerina.   On stage breathtakingly beautiful, a perfectly polished performance -behind the curtains a grueling, painful and not so pretty existence.  Think we can all relate to faking it at times.