In viewing this headdress the first initial thought process is the absence of the people, land and culture which it possesses.
One is struck by the silence of the Natives, however this object speaks volumes. There is a response- the wanting of the voice the headdress embodies. Images are enforced, flickering through the mind.
Questions are inquest upon. Who has the headdress been possessed by? What path has it followed? And how did it come to be here, close to me?
A mental journey is undergone through the land it bestowed.
It speaks of another time, one where this headdress could be free.
Now locked away, it gives a unnerving reality.
This life is dead. Now come to an end, this is all that's left.
A strong sense of spirit, deep within the heart, a nation coming together whom wore this with pride. Wanting to symbolise their roots and illustrate their identity. Escaping prejudice against their ‘own’ country. The claustrophobic feeling of society it leaves, now being captured within this entity.
A sensation creeps, a rush of force- The need to make a stand, alongside the people, in your motherland.
This headdress had a life, a purpose other than to be a symbol of the indigenous people. It’s trail now trapped. It speaks of what ‘once was, but will never be’.
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