I use to hate my face, especially my profile. The odd mixer of femininity and masculinity perplexed me; it's filled me with such anger. I felt like there were shards forced together to become something I didn't understand.
The older I got the better I understood these shards. Each one with a name: he, she, they, he, she, they, etc. I was too focused on gathering all the "she", getting rid of the "he", and hadn't learned the language of "they". I now know I don't have to be one or the other. I don't even have to be all of the above. I can just be me. Because I am an experience.
Self portrait made with ink on Canson cold press watercolor paper
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.