Shave Me, Wax Me, Tweeze Me is a spandex and wool yarn exploration of the miscommunications of puberty. A soft sculpture dyed, stuffed, twisted and stitched together, the pillowy appendages and sporadic “hair” present the exaggerated imagery of my pre-teen underwear rebellion. The idea came to me after finding a painful ingrown hair one night and suddenly remembering with embarrassment and delight my first experience with razors. It was a disposable one, stolen from my grandfather and hidden under towels in my closet for years. Sourced from own memories and hair growth in an age of parental absence and personal exploration, this piece recollects the days of pubescent confusion and a now hilarious body horror. In a convergence of friendly bulges and the appearance (and reappearance) of strange new hair, Shave Me remembers hidden razors, ingrown hairs and over-plucked eyebrows as rites of passage for a confused and misguided kid. Judith Scott’s lovingly wrapped and swaddled sculptures influenced this piece just as America’s obsession with hair removal influenced my shameful shaving, waxing and tweezing habits in my early adolescence.