This work channels my grandmother’s ability to inspire greatness and talent in my hands. I remember the process I once witnessed at the dining room table—transformed into a cutting table—where delicate, translucent patterns could only survive the softest touch. With each careful stitch, she crafted masterpieces for her community.

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Her hands to my hands, her process now my process. I carry her guidance in every piece I create, stitching her legacy into my work. This conversation will continue to unfold throughout my artistic journey, expressed in different movements and evolving forms.

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These masks continue a dialogue with a place I have never been. Caught between knowing and not knowing, I have the luxury of imagining my contributions to a conversation I was stolen from.

By repurposing discarded fabrics from reuse centers and thrift stores, this work extends the discussion on textile waste and its impact on a land I have yet to see, Africa.