My relationship with my hair has always been prominent in my life. As a young child, I had bouncy curls that everyone obsessed over. I modeled during that time primarily because of my hair. As I got older, my hair became frizzy, puffy,
and unmanageable. It didn't seem to fit in any category
in way of texture, shape, and behavior.
No one understood it- not even myself.
Most people don't have a relationship with their hair, but I do. As trivial as it may seem, my hair really has been a
huge obstacle in my life. I'm never comfortable, I'm constantly self conscious, and I'm always trying new things to
"make it work" or make it "normal."
In this piece, I explore this relationship with my hair. I touch on the issue of having people commenting on my hair- how beautiful it is, how they want it, how lucky I am- when they really have no idea how hard it is to deal with every day.I also touch on the feelings I have towards my own hair.
Over 15+ weeks, I collected my hair from wherever I could, such as from the shower and hairbrush. I experienced the frustration of using fine pieces of hair as thread with which to embroider. I spent a lot of time making my hair into pieces of "yarn" and then making a weaving out of them. The long process of weaving and hand embroidering were in direct correlation with the amount of time it takes to deal with my hair. The final product is the combination of all these things; a visual representation of this relationship to a part of myself.