Woman’s Temple

Walking down the street on a hot summer’s day should feel as warm as the sun on your skin. But my skin runs cold everytime my skirt blows up past my knees, because I know that from every car and van is coming a whistle, a catcall, a car driving next to me telling me all they could so if they got their hands on me.

And I pray he never gets his hands on me.

Woman’s divinity seems to have been forgotten in a collective, hateful bout of mass amnesia.

If the streets refuse us safety, Woman’s Temple embraces us with it. Exist with power and a knowledge we are beyond powerful. We are life itself.

Never forget your Divinity, Woman.

Watch the video here. Installation view below.