We’ve Always Been Here, Like Hydrogen, Like Oxygen

"I wash my body as a ritual of labor and self-care. I do this on the Richmond Slave Trail and the African Burial Ground in Richmond, VA, and place my body in these locations to comment on notions of safety within public and private spheres. The spaces in which Black people and their bodies should be safe and cared for, yet are vulnerable and exposed. The use of oranges stems from the Latasha Harlins Murder of ‘92 but becomes a metaphor for talking about the erasure of women of color throughout time and space."