I was feeling crushed and elated in equal measure as I was reading about feminism.  I started making collages about flowers attempting to bloom interiorly and made 3D versions of these collages, putting them into a mournful digital environment.  Thinking about other ways of being stymied, I made some clay figurines which I crushed, while still wet by a "glass ceiling".  Then I made sibling figures in ecstatic released form.  I painted these figures.