The black woman is not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow damned in her soul or lurking behind her eyes. She does not hold that nature somehow has given her a lowdown dirty deal. Zora Neale Hurston wrote similar words in her short essay "How it Feels to Be Colored Me." The photo series sets to redefine the black woman by not binding her to any concrete definition. The photographer illustrates the progressions of the black woman from a person of color defined by physical traits such her clothes, body, and blackness to an individual defined by intangible traits such as her personality and emotion. The subject is developed on as the series continues. In the last photo a face claims the previously pictured material and physical traits.
"I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more of less. No, I do not weep at the world--I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife."
~Zora Neale Hurston.
Photographer: Olaide Ajomagberin
Subject: Enni Aigbomian
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