Hair Portraits

I reached a point in my life when all the things I knew to be true - the entire structure, the scaffolding of my life-seemed suddenly to disappear. I felt alone, afraid. It’s not like I was actually grieving, but I felt something was lost, something was gone. I spent years trying to be too many things at the same time; strong, caring, mother, independent, wife, kind, beautiful, intelligent, sexy, and a financial contributor. I felt pulled in too many directions, and I was exhausted. I was no longer the same person I was when I entered motherhood. With children who were growing up and needing less, the person I was before seemed irrelevant and out of place. It was time to take a close look at myself from another perspective. I began to look at the ways loss, in its many forms, is recognized. In the Victorian Era, the culture of mourning became a craze. Mementos, art, and sculpture were often made using tresses of hair. Early photography played an important role in grieving through commemorative portraits to honor the dead. The custom of keeping a lock of a child’s hair, or saving one’s own shorn locks as a memento of our personal history, is a remnant from the Victorian period. I use hair to both honor and say goodbye to past parts of myself. These images address fertility, sexuality, creativity, nurturing, harmony, and discord. Above all, these images on the wall, photographs of elaborate hair sculptures constructed in the studio - are a testament to change, and a record