Ceramic Narrative

Performance Still: 2015

Title: Ritual Ceremonies

Come sit, let me braid your hair, let me pull at the roots so to grip the kinks and curls, run my fingers through the coils that unravel knots, unraveling the path of our ancestors, making way for smooth straight, and sleek strands. 

Come away with me, sit on my lap, inhale the smell of singed hair by the hot comb. Feel the warmth of my grandmother's hands, my aunties hands, my sisters hands, and the hands of my mother who makes this ritual amidst the endless hours of toil from work, who maintains cornrows, braids, bantu knots, and twists. Who attends my crown in the midst of her crown unkept, under the wig of her own crown. 

Ritual of love, ritual of time, ritual of nurture. 

Medium: Ceramics, Singe Hair Extensions.