Uniform

Uniform began as a project about identity.

As a woman, I’m often ridiculed for not dressing “feminine enough.”

I don’t dress to impress others; I dress for comfort.

I also don’t really give a shit what people think about me…

As a survivor of sexual and physical abuse, covering my body has always been a form of protection and emotional preservation.

The unpredictable aspect of this installation occurred when I realized the privilege I have as a white person to wear a hooded sweatshirt without harassment from law enforcement.

For me, a hoodie is part of my daily uniform. I own more hoodies than any other article of clothing.

For others, a hooded sweatshirt shows solidarity in the prejudice assumptions often made about the people who wear them.

Imagine if everyone walked around wearing the same clothing.

Would harassment and discrimination still prevail?

Could utilizing a uniform change prejudice views?

Uniform is an ode to self expression; a portrait of irony.

A static element in a constantly fluxing environment.

The big “Fuck You” to every predatory catcall and inappropriate remark made about my body.

It is you.

It is me.

It is everyone.

The ironic and symbolic inclusion of 52 hooded sweatshirts in this installation is a reminder that each day of every week, I put on my uniform so that I can face the world and prepare for battle.