ABSTRACT
Using photos from a series I took for my PhD dissertation on the “open” artwork and its value for teaching inventively, I consider the reasons why the meal depicted in the photos was my breakfast every morning and its connections to my lifelong disordered relationship with food. Drawing on autobiographical stories from childhood and from a time when I tried to make a career as an opera soloist in London, I recount the struggle I had as a queer woman to fit into that hypercompetitive performing arts environment.
