Self care, the art of narcissism

Artist Statement

Self care, the art of narcissism is series of paintings about my experience as a queer marginalized black body in a white world, the exhibition features 5 metaphorical paintings. Each focusing on a different version of myself.

Marv Houngbo

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i-isolation   |   The idea of this painting came to me when I was having dinner by myself at this 50s diner in mount pleasant, I left like I didn’t belong in the space, they were white folks around me laughing and eating but I felt like I was alone in
ii-my mothers hands  |   when me and my sisters were kids we would get our hair twisted by our mother, I remember us crying because it was so painful.  Our mother would tell us that beauty is painful. As a kid that was very hard to believe because we would go to school the next day and white kids would touch our hair and make fun of it, I remember wanting to shave my head because I was so embarrassed of my own hair.  The tears in this painting represent both beauty and pain
iii-My thoughts   |   I did this one the same day I got out of the hospital in December, the lines are supposed to represent my struggles with depression, anxiety and suicidal thoughts. The lines in the painting are fighting with each other to exist. If u look really closely you can see a little bit of glitter, those are my romantic thoughts.
Look what you made me do   |   This was me at my breaking point after cutting my hair with a pair of scissors, too scared of change Too scared to let go of my old self in order for me to grow into a new person
Look what you made me do   |   This was me at my breaking point after cutting my hair with a pair of scissors, too scared of change Too scared to let go of my old self in order for me to grow into a new person

i-isolation   |   The idea of this painting came to me when I was having dinner by myself at this 50s diner in mount pleasant, I left like I didn’t belong in the space, they were white folks around me laughing and eating but I felt like I was alone in ii-my mothers hands  |   when me and my sisters were kids we would get our hair twisted by our mother, I remember us crying because it was so painful.  Our mother would tell us that beauty is painful. As a kid that was very hard to believe because we would go to school the next day and white kids would touch our hair and make fun of it, I remember wanting to shave my head because I was so embarrassed of my own hair.  The tears in this painting represent both beauty and pain iii-My thoughts   |   I did this one the same day I got out of the hospital in December, the lines are supposed to represent my struggles with depression, anxiety and suicidal thoughts. The lines in the painting are fighting with each other to exist. If u look really closely you can see a little bit of glitter, those are my romantic thoughts. Look what you made me do   |   This was me at my breaking point after cutting my hair with a pair of scissors, too scared of change Too scared to let go of my old self in order for me to grow into a new person Look what you made me do   |   This was me at my breaking point after cutting my hair with a pair of scissors, too scared of change Too scared to let go of my old self in order for me to grow into a new person
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