This photo installation examines exclusionary practice.
It unfolded as I was manipulating the images and caught my own thought process.
I purchased these Victorian portraits of unknown women by the pile.
Disappearing into nothingness but preserved.
I arranged them as individuals.
Thinking about feminist identity historically,
I composited the many women into one face.
But, in this stack of photos was the picture of a baby.
And, when I looked closer, a woman emerged from the background.
My heart burned with shame that I did not see this woman before;
just as the early photographers had intended.
I hear Sojourner Truth.
“Ar’nt I a Woman?”