Holy Disorders, 2020
Bewitched, bothered, bewildered
2020, 160 x 213 cm / 120 x 160 cm / 75 x 100 cm
As a photographer and psychologist, I explore how people carry their inner lives — in gestures, words, silence.
During the pandemic, I returned often to Nina Simone’s version of “Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered.”
The song’s emotional complexity — vulnerability, surrender, resilience — became a mirror.
This work is about being caught in that mysterious space: between resistance and release, brokenness and beauty.
After one whole quart of brandyLike a daisy, I'm awakeWith no bromo-seltzer handyI don't even shake
Men are not a new sensationI've done pretty well I thinkBut this half-pint imitationPut me on the blink
I'm wild again, beguiled againA simpering, whimpering child againBewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleepWhen love came and told me I shouldn't sleepBewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
Lost my heart, but what of itHe is cold I agreeHe can laugh, but I love itAlthough the laugh's on me
I'll sing to him, each spring to himAnd long for the day when I'll cling to himBewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
He's a fool and don't I know itBut a fool can have his charmsI'm in love and don't I show itLike a babe in arms
Love's the same old sad sensationLately I've not slept a winkSince this half-pint imitationPut me on the blink
I've sinned a lot; I'm mean a lotBut I'm like sweet seventeen a lotBewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
I'll sing to him, each spring to himAnd worship the trousers that cling to himBewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
When he talks, he is seekingWords to get off his chestHorizontally speaking, he's at his very best
Vexed again, perplexed againThank God, I can be oversexed againBewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
Wise at last, my eyes at lastAre cutting you down to your size at lastBewitched, bothered, and bewildered no more
Burned a lot, but learned a lotAnd now you are broke, so you earned a lotBewitched, bothered, and bewildered no more
Couldn't eat, was dyspepticLife was so hard to bearNow my heart's antisepticSince you moved out of there
Romance, finis, your chance, finisThose ants that invaded my pants, finisBewitched, bothered, and bewildered no more