There is a body that is not there, but everything is there. On the vermilion red—pulse and memory—a rectangle of... Read More
There is a body that is not there, but everything is there. On the vermilion red—pulse and memory—a rectangle of gold rises, not enclosing but revealing: a reclaimed sacred space. A lock of natural hair, tied with purple silk, falls above it like a secret that has survived silence.
Magdalene changes: no more guilt or waiting, but choice and containment. Hair that was once meant to be hidden becomes a sign. It is not a gift, but a part of who you are. Gold does not decorate; it protects. Purple ties the story together so that others can't tell it again.
I reinterpret the symbols of the Renaissance in my work, bringing them into a present where women are no longer objects of gaze but voices.
