The Holy Union

In 2021, I started learning how to sew but as time went by I wanted to experiment more with creating wearable art. The Holy Union is a story of love, pain, anguish, and abuse between two former lovers. The patterns and embroidery pieces were handmade, cut, and sewn by me.

This sort of functionality of this piece is very integral to its meaning as we tend to shy away from topics of abuse, especially when relating to domestic and emotional violence. When people wear/use/display these pieces, I want to hold space for them to reevaluate their view of love. LOVE is incompatible with abuse or violence.

I drew inspiration from the plight and struggle of African women and mothers who often find themselves in abusive/violent relationships with no clear way of escape. These women are often trapped, with no way of escaping the hell that is their reality, and more times than often, their only option is to turn to religion and pray for the storm to pass.

I have also accompanied these pieces with a short poem below.

brute father

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spare the rod and spoil the child,

did he NOT

his constant grin poured upon souls like a broken faucet

his eyes filled with rage


RED

no brown,

no, blue


NO, colorless!

empty, gasping for air silently pleading for help, his inner child longing for a warm embrace


Yet no one could ever hear him on the surface.

his voice muffled with anger

drowning in his rage,

his tongue tied up in regret


yet he forgets he holds the key to his mute

and in a single breath, the world stops


for just a moment


a window of opportunity to lighten the burden appeared

but to take the chance

HE DID NOT

mother and her trail of tears

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silence (d)

violence (d)


MY Knight in Shining Armor

the world watched as his words pierced my lonely heart

how his armor failed to protect me from all harms

how he swung his sword to draw my blood with grace and poise


as a knight should?


he watched as I began my metamorphosis

but this time it was reverse


I crawled into my cocoon

in the day,

transforming into nothing but a projection of my knight in shining armor


but at night,

I cried at the loss of my former self

A woman I fear I shall never know again.