NANA

Abstract

This piece bears tribute to the long legacy of matriarchs, knowledge holders and elders in my family. I called my maternal grandma Nana, a common title for elders, my whole life. Though I knew her in old age when she was mostly confined to her room, I imagined a younger her. Drawing on a cultural legacy of weaving, "NANA" reflects on the passing of my grandmother and the formative lessons it taught me. It questions inheritance and fate, not as things gently passed down but as stories constructed and worn. It calls on the prophetic language of colour, asking whether beauty, craft and tradition can reconcile the harm that they often impose. Ultimately, Nana reflects on what it means to carry forth a bold and brave legacy.