Silently,
Awaiting the break of dawn.
Looking into the looking glass,
Staring at the sparkling stars,
She sees herself.
The stars in her eyes are fading.
She dissolves into another world,
A world of loneliness.
She knows, today is a new day,
Different.
She is scared,
Yet she's bold.
She's sad.
But she goes on.
As the stars give off their final flicker,
She wears her lovely smile,
And fades into the day.
‘Design isn't just about creating objects’: Simone Brewster on giving voice
to identity, heritage and memory
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To mark Simone Brewster's first museum show, Wallpaper* explores a practice
shaped by material histories and cultural memory
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