Hello by Jennifer Zwick

When I read Jennifer Zwick's work statement, the first line of which reads, "Ahh, breasts. Bouncy, brazen balls of comedy, each and every one," I must admit that I was intrigued. I had yet to look at her photos but I was dying to see what Ms. Zwick had written this about. I was more than pleasantly surprised: the above photo juxtaposes a pair of breasts against a flat, floral wall; they protrude awkwardly, and yet they don't look ugly or lose any of the usual appeal or sexual connotation associated with breasts; I laughed a little when I looked at it. The more I looked at them, the more the word boobs filled my head, and made me painfully aware of the set I've got. Ms. Zwick seems to have captured the ungainly and everpresent yet innocent, giggly quality of a woman's breasts, a duality she explains she has recognized:

As a lady, no matter what you are doing, you have them.
On the toilet? You've got breasts.
Buying cereal? There they are, along for the ride.
Trip and fall on your ass? The twins will see your fall, and raise you a couple aftershocks of their own.
Hello, they say!
You can ignore me, but someone, somewhere, is aware of this part of you.
Hello!
Well, hello right back, you bizarre body parts. Hello to you too.

Head to her site to get a handle on the rest of her work, like Hanging (front and back) which functions toward a similar aim as Hello, to depict the "comical awkwardness of having a body." I chose to put up Hello because it's just so funny, and if anything forces one to think of that comical awkwardness, it's these two boobs sticking out of a wall. Everyone else, better hurry up and enter just like Jennifer did before it's too late!