Three Hours and Five Razors Later
This series of tiles was made as a response to ignorant and racist assumptions I have encountered during my life. A lot of it relates to my body and being a hairy South Asian woman. They were made at a time when I was beginning to reconnect with my cultural identity after neglecting it and pushing it away during my childhood. A lot of this rejection stems from the social and political climate growing up post 9/11, and the Islamophobia and racist undertones surrounding me. Some are things that I have heard others say, and some are thoughts and responses from myself. The tiles were chosen, because a large focus at the time was body hair, notably how thick it grows on brown women and the acts of removing it becoming ritualistic. I wanted to replicate the domestic space, specifically the bathroom and incorporate aspects of this into the work.
Three Hours and Five Razors Later
This series of tiles was made as a response to ignorant and racist assumptions I have encountered during my life. A lot of it relates to my body and being a hairy South Asian woman. They were made at a time when I was beginning to reconnect with my cultural identity after neglecting it and pushing it away during my childhood. A lot of this rejection stems from the social and political climate growing up post 9/11, and the Islamophobia and racist undertones surrounding me. Some are things that I have heard others say, and some are thoughts and responses from myself. The tiles were chosen, because a large focus at the time was body hair, notably how thick it grows on brown women and the acts of removing it becoming ritualistic. I wanted to replicate the domestic space, specifically the bathroom and incorporate aspects of this into the work.