Who is Flying Fox Woman?
A feminist hero and environmental guardian who protects vulnerable citizens at night. Her origin is unknown, she is perceived as part mythological character, part urban legend, she exists in the liminal space between phantom and reality. Is she a mysterious protector or perhaps she is just an eccentric woman walking alone the streets of the night.
The Following body of work was created between 2004 and 2009
Photo collage, acrylic paint & oil paint
Sighting of her are rare and exciting!
She has been blamed for certain disturbances and petty crimes that have happened in the city, this part of her reputation has been fabricated by her detractors. Who she really is and where she comes from no one knows, this phantom-woman named after the local nocturnal 'pest'.
Word has is
This International woman of mystery loved to unwind by the pool with a dry martini, had a penchant for salsa dancing & loves a game of 500 cards, always winning with her speciality lay down misère.. .
The Facts
But what is fact is that she dedicated her life to protecting the vulnerable on the streets at night and was always ready to swing into action if needed.
Flying Fox Woman was driven by rage!
She was angry about the number of Women Killed by their intimate partners in their homes. She knew this scourge needed political, systemic, cultural, social change. NOW! She also knew that gender safety needed to start in the public realm.
So she took to the streets to hunt down the predators
Everyone has the right to be safe in their place and she was going to change the world!
However the wheel of fortune
took a wild spin and Flying Fox Woman fell pregnant. She was quite unprepared for this exciting yet overwhelming responsibility, so for financial security she moved to the suburbs. She also hung up her vigilante boots and threw herself into the realm of domesticity.
As Flying Fox’s belly grew
grew so did her distance from the world she had inhabited. More and more she became connected to the going ons of the world through the screen not the street.
A little seed of discontentment settled into her mind as she vacillated between the worlds of who she once was and what her future story may hold for her..
Then they arrived
Not one but two little foxes hatched from the same womb, and they were very same-same but different.
Their eyes were alert to the light and the dark, their ears listening to the beat of the world and their little wings like buds waiting to bloom.
Life would never be the same again.