This is my half wig. I wore it in a show I was doing called “…and Jesus Moonwalks the Mississippi.” I’d like to introduce it to the world via my head. It comes on and off easily so it’s temporary. I don’t hate my hair, don’t want to straighten the naps out as a form of self hatred and love of whiteness. (though i’ve been there)
I’ve been experimenting with this Look outside of the safety of the theater to attempt to see myself differently. I want to create new images of myself. Re-invent. Fearlessly see me differently even if it feels or looks unnatural. Transform. Driven by change, beauty, and difference in the hope that i can recognize that i can be anything. If i am unattached to one look or identity perhaps it will not limit my possibilities and growth simply because i couldn’t “see” or imagine it a possible.
Coming from someone who has had one of 2 hairstyles her whole life, and generally has not been known to “rock the boat” with her appearance, this seems like a weave in the right direction.
This was one late night after the show which is why i look like death, with traces of the turquoise Mississippi stuck to my eyelids.
