A narrative from one black sister to another. (black sister- doesn’t have to be related by blood, related by colour and experiences). The back of the work reveals the not so glamorous side, but I don’t try to hide it. My work is authentic, it’s honest. It is what it is. Work is in the air like a cloud or a thought bubble. It keeps popping up, you can’t avoid it. It’s a constant reminder.
One should follow the statements in this order.