For the first time I give myself permission to dig into all of these materials. I indulge in the styles and tastes that I’ve long felt forbidden for me. I refuse to be limited in my choices of symbols, coloration or aesthetics in ways that good taste and patriarchal structures have taught me to be. I am letting that guard down and diving in. I feast on fake pearls, shells and plastics. I turn towards what is considered shameful or bad taste and work with it, embrace it and elevate it. Not to show that it is the right thing but to justify for all of the times that I have turned away from it because of shame.