There are so many things that make me, me. And for nearly 35 years, I still haven’t mastered the art of loving all those things.
But there are a few things that I do love about myself. The colour pink is definitely one of them—it’s central to my art journey and forms part of the visual language I use to create.
It’s not simply an affection for a colour primarily coded as feminine. Pink can never be separated from that association, of course. But I’ve always used it to confront female presence and the construct of female behaviours, stereotypes, and patriarchal perspectives.
In my work, pink represents far more than ‘pretty’ feminine tastes. It becomes a confrontation with the societal constructs around how this colour is assigned, used, and defined.
Pink is also associated with female anatomy, specifically white female anatomy. This connection became significant in my artwork, helping me explore broader ideas about identity and embodiment. Drawing from my own body and experience, pink became the visual language that expresses what words cannot capture.
Through pink, I’ve found a way to love something about myself while simultaneously challenging the very assumptions that colour carries. It’s both personal acceptance and a political statement—a small act of reclaiming what it means to embrace the feminine without accepting the limitations society places on it.
