digital print, 2014, 32"w x 22"h
My first few weeks in graduate school I thought What am I doing here? How am I supposed to make meaningful work? While my work didn’t need to be socially or politically conscious, I was. I want my work to reflect my values and my voice in an inspiring way. But isn’t the dreaded f-word, feminism, dried up? Isn’t socially aware art tiring? And what about people’s reactions to my art? I realized my anxiety was rooted in my experiences as a woman—being told there are more pressing issues to talk about or think about, that I’m just going through a radical phase. It’s so easy to feel disenfranchised when you constantly hear that you’re insignificant as a human being.
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