Hannah Coleman
View the digital exhibition here.
Here I am, attempting an introduction. Except, I’m so busy trying to find fragments of myself within my romanticised fantasy of coloured culture. I mesh it all together, misaligned and so pretty for you. A yummy, glamorous projection of gold and a rhythmic live drum heartbeat. It’s shiny and sexy and it exists in a world I never experienced but a world I yearn for. Bit by bit, I’ve tediously cultivated a vortex of reflections and refractions; desperately piecing together my self-portrait. This is how it feels to look for a truthful explanation and expression of myself outside of South Africa and long after studio 54. I suppose this is what I look like and this is who I am. I am lost. I am a culturally dysphoric dazzle camouflage. I am disco’s child.
