she’s in love with this guy and so much so – ah there it is, and she pulls out a copy of Chris Kraus’s I Love Dick – so much so that she is willing to debase herself by writing him all these letters! And so it isn’t really about him at all, it’s really about desire and daring to make art, and the importance, for a woman artist, of being blatantly narcissist in order to actually become who she is.
