I watched with tears and rented heart as ‘Tank’ shed her clothes article by article.  She is more than style. More than her big hair.  More than her layers of scarves. More than multi-colored stripped socks stretched to her knees.  Than her large vintage glasses her smiling ears showed through. So, piece by piece, they fell to the ground. She dangles her feet high above them from atop a tall wooden stool playfully blushing amidst her fallen garbs. Every layer seemed to …Read On…