2018, found and personal objects.
In this work I have painted my own incubation of the ideals of womanhood adopted from my community. In my early childhood I gladly played fantasies of adulthood and thought of being ‘woman’ like a place you go. It was a country that I hadn’t visited but would suddenly arrive transformed. The individual I was certainly would vanish, then assuming the body of cook, nurse, mother. Pregnant I would be my own midwife. I would be a junk drawer; a collector of useful things and be prepared always. Woman as consumer and consumable. My power would lie in being necessary like food. Now old enough to be called a woman I find this form still haunts me.
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