"I began by roughing the edges, her face still gentle, smiling into the distance. I tried to enter further into the burlap from several sides but eventually figured I would have to go right into the middle if I wanted as many tears as I had imagined. I took a nail off my desk and begun unweaving sections of the burlap leading closer to her face. As I approached her head the burlap became much harder to rip, the thick paint resisted my pull. I progressively became more aggressive with the fabric, just as the predator is aggressive with his female prey. I tore into it using my whole body; slowly her face began to unravel. She became weaker. At parts where I had already penetrated a hole, the burlap submitted to dethreading. As I got the hang of it I actually took scissors to assist me. Tools of assassination. During the process of dethreating all the connotations that came with the missing women, I experienced through clear visuals and overwhelming emotions. I pictured the metaphor as if I was there, tearing her skin apart, torturing her… I feel a strong connection not just because of an artists visual mind, or an activist, or an empathetic societal minor, but most importantly a violated woman, attempting to fight back."