Graphite, 6.75” x 10.5”, Framed

Stone Throw

By Kortney Sebben

I want to keep my eyes closed as 

I walk through a 

statue hall. The perimeter is

cased in figures. There’s a sort of

lovely grotesqueness in the weaving of

such creatures. For eons, they’ve

co-existed with 

pain. This one before me has 

been trapped in 

stony silence. Her ribs are 

corseted tightly. There’s a thorn in 

her side. She has

two arms, but needs at least 

seven. She’s been designed to 

sweep up a mess; her skirts resemble 

a feather duster. A delicate collar chokes her voice…mythology 

will tell us she’s spent her days in

hiding, but little do the authors know 

the magic of women

behind closed doors. How,

over centuries, the mask has been 

dropping. Today I see her – 

Medusa should be so proud.