SERIES
The Spike of the Opuntia
Fraternize
Beyond Blame
But hey, I’m trying
Out of _
SMIRK
The hands that build me
FILMS
Mature for her age
I am sorry
Suicide and song
About grief
others
EXHIBITIONS
Royal Academy of Arts (KABK)
About me
Contact
I learnt to despise my hair before many other things. Dry hair, brush in hand. And a painful routine attempted to straighten it up as much as possible. I yelled, sobbed, and hushed the hatred I had been told my hair deserved. That I deserved. I looked at my complex connection with my hair, including how it has shaped my life and self-perception. Through this project, I capture the mental and physical challenges of maintaining my hair, emphasizing the substantial time and work required, and the social belief that it needed to be controlled.
An apology to my hair, my father who brushed it daily, and myself.