My family is a matriarchy. My home is a home that embraces its womanhood. My father’s unexpected death has monumentally changed our environment. My mother sister and I have found a new dynamic with one another, we find comfort in the strong feminine bonds that form our family.
These bonds are formed by the shared experiences with the women before me, a generational pattern continually repeated. These patterns manifest themselves in deaths, marriages and the continual weight of religion and societal expectation placed on our shoulders. Our lives and experiences shape the work, and the work tells these stories.
I embrace the phrase “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue…” as a way to navigate the effects of these patterns in the past as well as the present, using the color blue as the tie that binds.
