By Rebecca Foust

We see details of the decorous, eminently civilized inner space of the room occupied by the human “half” of the Fox Woman and her child; we see the child and feel his longing for his mother. We also see, in perhaps a way even deeper than is communicated by the art, the terrible urgency that compels the Fox Woman over the literal threshold, away from woman-, wife-, and motherhood and into wildness.