Hair is a remnant of our very early history, part of ourselves but also other.
As a cultural phenomenon hair has a certain power. It can be highly desirable and very beautiful. We can play with it, adorn it and take pride in it, but, depending on its context, hair may cause offence or even disgust.
I am interested in mutability; in the way one substance can become (or appear to be like) another in our unstable universe. Sometimes the more I stare at one thing the more it becomes another.
Hair flows and falls like water, connects like umbilical cord, or lies inert like a dead animal. The hairs on our heads are numberless like the stars, dead and alive at the same time.