My older sisters told me, when I was around 5 years old, that I said, "I want to be white." A year before, we were living in Kampala, and I had no concept of race.
Well-meaning white people love to ask me, "what does your name mean?" and I used to pretend my name meant Princess, when it actually meant "good" or "beautiful". I didn't feel beautiful, being good was a big ask, and I understood that I could get some respect by stealing a title! At 8, I was a cheeky little social climber. Very British indeed.
I like that in this artwork, the figure's hair is covered, and the body language is confident.
My understanding of self-worth is evolving, turning inward and that is why I'm sharing my artwork with you today.
Contact me on hello@birungikawooya to enquire about bringing this artwork or fine art print into your collection.