Igbo Kwenu!
Threading images of my father into a pattern modelled after his wrapper, the project became a quiet negotiation between loss and lineage. The wrapper’s alternating stripes guided the grid, but what matters is what each motif carries. By translating these private codes into pattern I am rehearsing a future without him, storing memory inside colour and rhythm so it can be unfolded later like the wrapper itself. The piece is not a portrait but a contract, his courage for my belonging his stories for my stewardship. In weaving him into pattern, I affirm that absence can still wrap me like fabric, keeping both of us whole.
