In 2016, I completed a month-long artist residency in Saint-Louis, Senegal. My short time in Saint-Louis was deeply challenging for me. Preexisting mental health conditions were exacerbated by my discomfort speaking French, my total inability to speak Wolof, my homesickness, and my very visibly white, female, tattooed self.
I am conscious of the fallibility of photographs and memories, of the fallibility of my own interpretation of my time in a city, a country, a continent that is not my own. And yet I present these works.
Do these works complicate an understanding of Senegal? Do they create an understanding of Senegal? Do they tell any truths at all? It is for my viewers to decide.