A Name That Isn’t Hers
2021, Multimedia sculpture comprised of fabric, acrylic paint, embroidery threat, paper, metal, packing tape and plastic wrap.
10 feet tall from top to bottom, with the width of a torso.
The life and legacy of a fallen girl, the story captured as a folktale on a dress of hers that remains. The sculpture embodies the moment of death, as she became he became me and the person who stands now lives on.
(Spoken plainly, the dress is one from before transitioning, and has now taken on a new life capturing the last moments of who existed before I was)
Poem Transcribed from the Dress:
“There was no ceremony
No need to remember her
Ruined by the realm of the Men
Her preservation born of Dreams
Though her spark ceased
Something All-Male”
