Let My Hair Dance in the Wind
A single dark plume rises, turns and falls — the most linear work in the series, closer to calligraphy than to a veil. Hair as a flag: the small liberties that read, from far enough away, as defiance.
A single dark plume rises, turns and falls — the most linear work in the series, closer to calligraphy than to a veil. Hair as a flag: the small liberties that read, from far enough away, as defiance.