Thinking about all my past selves. Thinking about how much they had to learn. Thinking about how healing is never linear, it’s never easy, it’s never painless. Thinking about my childhood self sitting on a living room floor and getting my hair braided by a heavy handed African woman with a tender heart and how easy the world felt then. Thinking about how working with beads is like counting time. Thinking about how much time has passed and all the stages of grieving. Thinking about how my past selves never thought I’d get to this moment. Thinking about how despite everything and how much she had to grow, she still was the moment- On view @lisasettegallery part of Wear Your Love Like Heaven. Opening this Saturday 11-3PM Braided hair & pony beads 📷: @babeimpala