Her hair like her roots
Foreign is something unknown. A far country, a different culture. Foreign has borders, is delimited, it’s what surrounds us. Foreign is everything else but us. Foreign is dark.
In this darkness, there’s somebody who turns on a flashlight and is now walking towards the unknown, revealing the untold mechanisms that kept us in the dark. Proudly, she is walking towards the borders with her hair, like her roots going far behind her big old head.
Digital Illustration and analog textures. 2018.