The vibe of these works isn’t grrrl power but something more delicate and complex than that. They seem more to do with testing power and boundaries than acting out. Which, in a sense, is a not untrue reality for women of June Glasson’s—and, full disclosure, my own—generation. Absent codified modes of behavior, where do you draw the line? How seriously do you take your own power, and how far are you willing to go to express it? How do you know you have misbehaved until it’s too late? Women in the historical images knew when they had misbehaved—society, men, and other women let them have it. Today, who else but your female friends to—politely—keep you in line?
It seems significant, too, that Glasson has chosen drawing as the medium to pose these questions.