Du mänskliga varelse, ljuv och otämbar

I have been working on a series of weaves. Thinking about the form my hair makes on the floor of the shower. Rapunzel being locked in because she was to beautiful. And how showing your hair can be dangerous? I’m thinking about being tamed or untamed. Free or under the judgement of others. The body as your own, free to love regardless. Show it, share it, or don’t.