In a way, her strangeness, her naivete, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art from, she became dangerous.
The character’s unusual qualities, innocence, and longing for completeness stem from an unproductive imagination. If she had access to creative outlets such as painting, sculpting, dancing, or music, she could have channeled her deep curiosity and metaphorical talent into fulfilling activities. This engagement could have replaced her feelings of restlessness and whims with a more constructive pursuit, ultimately leading to personal fulfillment.
However, lacking a means to express herself artistically, she embodies a certain danger. Without a purposeful outlet for her creativity, she becomes precarious, potentially disruptive. This reflects a broader theme in art and life, where unexpressed passion and imagination can lead to turbulent consequences, illustrating the crucial need for creative expression.
