My depictions want to express the traumas that we inherited that became part of our identities over the years and that we are continuously brushing off. I want to bring them to life, give them a space, respecting all forms of otherness. It’s a battle against time, space and everything fading away. One last tribute before it all falls into oblivion. One last attempt to keep a memory of, a trace of I create because I am trying to remember... May be I will know why I am angry. May be I’ll be free.

Prisca Munkeni Monnier

When I was a baby, my mother kept locks of my hair when she first cut them in a beautiful album. She always loved my hair and was very sad when at 10, I begged her to relax my hair. 
That’s when it all started. But she never stopped me… i wonder why.

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