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Quick reflection: This was my final for a class I took in the spring of 2023. Lots of sh*t went down during that period, including, but not limited to, the custodial staff members’ wage strike at RISD. 

This project expands on the concept of a

‘flower’

as something more than an object of carnal desire. 
(see 나는 들꽃,  a wildflower for connection)

Therefore, adding onto the idea and equipping the flower of ‘wildness’. The untamed. The unapologetic. Both the ‘natural’ and the ‘deviant’.

This piece, however, touches more on the familiar aspect of my identity using the persona of a wild flower, expressing much racial and gender melancholia. 
Enjoy


P.S. I must admit, though, that I wrote this out to process certain things that have happened in life. Things have changed from the moment I made this, but nothing is supposed to be stagnant. We just have to hope that it’s change for the better, even though it may very well be another living nightmare. 






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