Bushy
This show is the culmination of a year of hard work and much, much longer of ruminating on body hair and gender.
My first memories of being embarrassed to be hairy were in middle school. In 6th grade my friend told me that someone said I had beastly legs. I started shaving after that. In 7th grade at a party, during a blindfolded kissing game, the other girl guessed that I was a guy because of my lip fuzz. I started plucking after that.
The shower was a confined, slick space where I cut myself often. Smooth 15-year-old legs dotted with drops of blood. The muslin lining of the shower curtain was the first work I made for this show — a purge of uncomfortable memories and feelings to make way for something new.
For 3 years 6 months and 20-something days (at the time of this show) I’ve been in a relationship with someone who has celebrated every single part of me, the hairy parts, the parts other people never liked. As my partner has explored gender, they’ve given me the confidence to do a little gender-fuckery myself. And so this show came to be - over many, many hours of printing, sewing, beading, thrifting, spray-painting, experimenting, trying, failing, and wearing.
That said, no more beating around the bush ;)