Transforming Traces: Hair, Time, Perception

Within the 28-day rhythm of metamorphosis, one can transform into a renewed being. Daily, hair sprouts and sheds, particularly for women, scattering remnants throughout the home. I gather these strands, affixing them onto paper, where their patterns imprint like cryptic codes. Our perception shifts as they part from our heads, no longer cherished but deemed repulsive. Transforming hair loss into a brooch, echoing Victorian sentimental jewelry, I preserve the ebb and flow of emotions towards hair and the transient nature of time.