I Envy Your Skin!

by Heather Woodhouse

‘‘I Envy Your Skin!’ was prompted by that uncanny feeling as a portrait’s eyes seem to follow you across a room. What do these painted people want? Their suspended frustration is eerie. Are they silently screaming in their immobility? Maybe art doesn’t want to imitate life, but to BE it.’ 

Heather Woodhouse is a third-year Drama and English student at Goldsmiths. Her poetry is predominantly written on public transport, usually in the dark and often in the rain (thanks, England). When she’s not staring tragically out of the window, you’ll find her partying, reading Don DeLillo novels, performing, running late for everything, and also partying…