Grieving Girlhood

As a child, I hardly questioned my validity within a patriarchal space, where there is limited patience for girls to emote. I did not succumb to my inherited perception of being dramatic, immersed in my own world of drawing and laughter. We (women) grow up into insecure beings because we are pitted against eachother and taught that comparison is a necessity. We lose friendships, we lose faith. Through knitting the imagery I feel, I found a parallel to drawing my once childish worlds. I knit my hurt into a symposium of motifs symbolizing the nonverbal part of my subconscious. I create wearable paintings, in the bright colors I was enforced to outgrow. Every stitch cohesively holds onto a moment. They surface the internal into the external world.