a continuation/remake of this
that will then accompany the rest of this
this is a work in progress. this statement is too:
A more in depth exploration with my frustrations to find the liberty to construct my identity, is the purpose for this body of work. The opportunity to fully grasp this liberty in its entirety is something that is not of my privilege. The heavy pre constructed definition that lies within my African American subjectivity, is the reasoning for this limited access. However this brand of frustration involves many avenues. And the avenue that occupies my focus is African American culture and my experience with it. The argument of cultural appropriation and how it is highly frowned upon by most, is something that intrigues me and also helped to inspire this work. I’m even more intrigued by how I place myself in this argument. Or at least my incapability to do so.
There is a gray area between wanting to embrace your culture yet also feeling compelled to wear it as a uniform. This dichotomy is what I am trying to bring to display. This debate sparked a realization of the exclusivity that culture is capable of. I can’t help but feel as though there are rules set in place for me to follow, expectations to live up to. I want to be able to celebrate my culture, but I am unsure if the desire to do so is created from this feeling of constraint. I have the questions but it’s the uncertainty of the answers’ existence that troubles me. My battle with trying to find a real place in the discussion of appropriation in a way creates a sense of invisibility for me. Which is both interesting and serves as another layer to the foundation of my intent; the need to be placed within, in contrast to building my own place separate from any precedented structure.