‘You look all dark.’ He drew back the curtains and called it an effect of light, but when I came into my studio to dress I saw it was not that. I was a deep earthy colour, with pinched eyes. I was green. Strangely enough these fits are Lawrence and Frieda over again. I am more like L. than anybody. We are unthinkably alike, in fact. ‘ ( Journal Of Katherine Mansfield, p. 146)
I have always loved the idea of unthinkability.It has fascinating creative and psychological ramifications. This strange admission of KM which witholds as much as it appears to disclose. And the enticing fascination of the abject place of ‘unthinkability’ in terms of psyche and language. Km has become a ‘faery-like’ creature through illness, betrayal, and her rage!
She spectates almost carnivorously upon herself.
An ironic reworking of ‘only connect!’
But what a great picture!