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As I’ve been working on building my collection, my collection has been building me. As it grows, I grow. I learn more about myself and my thoughts and what makes me who I am as an artist. Initially my collection was to be called the “Lady Collection “. It was to show the negative connotations that are placed on African American women. Though the thought still holds, I realized that it is much deeper than that. It is far more than I’ve imagined. The Lady Collection no longer satisfies what I am trying to say and does not attract who I’m trying to speak to.
I don’t just want to talk about what is placed on us, I also want to talk about what we have become. I want to talk about what black/African women have been forced to be in this society. I want to question modernity in a way that challenges our history. I want to bring awareness to the materialism and colorism and segregation that we have imposed on ourselves.
My collection, though not complete, say more to me than before. I decided to change the names of the pieces as well as the collection itself.
The Collection : “How the Women wear Black”
Painting 1: The Diamond Lady - The attempt of African American women to Modernize themselves. The need to be more than what you were. The root of materialism is shame. We are constantly ashamed to be statistically less than, so we turn to these stars and these diamonds in the sky. We want to shine ourselves, we fool ourselves into thinking that designer clothes and expensive jewelry can help bring our identity. It can’t and it never will. We’ll keep spending and trying to buy meaning for our entire lives but we’ll never find it.
Roots- For a society that initially praised our color and our ancestry, we have gotten lost. We no longer seek to see the many different colors that compose our melanin. Instead we look away, hoping to be a bit lighter, darker, tanner. Maybe a little less Hispanic looking or more European. The cultures that once craved for freedom and acceptance, we also cast away. We separate ourselves as the European men separated us. We don’t care if our roots are entwined with each other, we don’t care if we stem from the same Tree. We don’t see our own people by their hearts, but by their skin.
WHITE NIGGER - Decades after Martin Luther King preached equality and Malcom X himself realized that not all white men are Devils, we still segregate ourselves. Long ago there were rules preventing blacks from having relations with whites. We were often victims to rape by our masters and forced to have illegitimate children by them. Chastised then, and still Chastised now. Interracial relationships are more criticized amongst our community than in the white community. We judge these women as weak and traitors but in reality they see human beings as what they should be seen as. We Lynch our own and question the integrity of our color whenever one of our peers pursue white men. This is our fate. To revoke a “black card” whenever you ignore the color of someone’s skin. You are hung out to dry by your own people, because of doing the right thing.
Medusa- The image that black women have been forced to portray in the media has grown too much for me to Handle. We are now the temptress, the "home wreckers", the overly-sexualized creatures who can get no companion of their own without taking someone elses. A man cannot look upon us for he will be a slave to our desires. Medusa is me, is you, is every black woman that is forced to be looked at like an insatiable creature.
The Model - This piece is moreso an artistic take on a not-so ready-made. It is a remake of a professional photo of a model, but remade...with charcoal. Her pores are heightened, her face more swollen, and her eyes sadened. She is an example and Ode to the survivors of domestic violence. Those women who are living hell at home, but face the world with this face. Often dying inside, they represent the thousands of black women who are afraid to show vulnerability and discuss the horrors in their own home.