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Magnificently Willful

Magnificently Willful is seeking to honor the authentic existence amongst African Americans by celebrating the joys of Roebuck’s true self through her natural hair. The figure is placed in the center while being suspended upside down. By rotating the orientation of the figure, Roebuck depicts a celebration of allowing hair created from yarn to take its true shape. This orientation breathes life to Roebuck’s natural hair, it demands to be seen. The abundance of “hair” draping on, around, and on the floor of my piece creates a platform to celebrate our authentic hair. This tapestry-like-quilted work is about the triumph of fighting to be seen, while also appreciating and educating others on the different curl patterns that African Americans have. 

Is there a such thing as belonging?

When society has made it

Impossible

For decades

Told us to hide our true nature

Disregarded our willfulness

Encouraged change

Within

When they don’t know the

Cost

The pain of concealing perfection

The loss of

Identity

But slowly

We have adapted

We have learned to disregard

The media

And allow

Our willfulness to shine

There is no controlling it

It is

Magnificent

It demands to be reconciled

For it shows our true nature

Shouting to be seen

To breathe

To zig-zag its 

 True coil 

From Deserving to Denial

From Deserving to Denial, centering three portraits that are surrounded by a bed of flowers. In this piece Roebuck aims to reclaim agency from her struggles with her racial impostor syndrome and celebrating herworth as a biracial woman. 

There is an emptiness 

                                    

                                                Festering within 

                                                                                    

                                                                                    The feeling of 

                        Authenticity and 

 

Belonging      

                                                            

                                                Have vanished 

 

                                                                                                The sense of 

 

                        Identity is lost 

                                    

                                                                        They question 

                                    

                                                                                                            The right 

 

To claim 

 

                                    They question 

 

The right 

 

                                                                        To be seen 

 

                                                                                                                        But they do not 

 

Understand 

 

                                                            That 

 

 

                                    They are part 

 

                                                                                                Of the problem 

 

The complication 

 

                                                                                    Of seeing 

 

And being seen 

 

                                                            There is an 

 

                                                                                                            Emptiness

 

            Within 

                        

                                                For they 

 

Do not 

 

                                                                        Understand

 

 

                                                The pain        

 

                                                                                                                        Or even 

 

 

The loss  

 

 

                        Of not 

 

                                                                                                Having

 

 

The right 

 

 

                                                                        To seize 

 

                                    Who you 

 

 

                                                                                                                        Are

 

                        For they 

 

                                                                                    Only see 

 

 

            A color 

 

                                                            And 

 

                                                                        Automatically

            

                                    Assume 

                                    

 

                                                                                                                        That

 

Is 

                                    

                                                Your identity 

Obscured Identity

The Child Knew Best

Half Caucasian

I Am Biracial Series

Throughout I Am Biracial, Roebuck has sewn three portraits that address her identity. In these portraits she is infusing her canvas with patchwork, fiber, colorful oil pastel, and screen-print ink to piece together her racial identity. This work reveals that Roebuck is more than her skin color, that she deserves more than assumptions, and she will not be put under a microscope without her permission.

Seeing and Hearing The Truth

The Repetition of Traumatic Memory

Farm Boy

Farm Boy explores the upbringing of a biracial sibling, adopted by a Caucasian family. With this works Roebuck reflects on her own childhood memories and the bond that was created growing up with her little brother on a farm. The use of multiple media and materials allows Roebuck to literally piece together on canvas memories that are almost forgotten, while simultaneously strengthening familial bonds. ​

No, I Don't Speak Swahili

You're From Africa Cause You're Black

Still We Rise 

Still We Rise is a larger-than-life tapestry-like-quilt featuring four portraits of Roebuck’s grandmother, herself, her birth mother, and her adoptive mother. Within this piece, Roebuck has depicted herself in the center rising above the prejudice that is rooted within her own family. Still We Rise is piecing together a memory of Roebuck’s grandmother, questioning her own acceptance to the family, and the connected pain of her birth mother giving her up. Specifically, this piece is depicting a statement from Roebuck’s grandmother to her mother saying, “there are other black, Christian families that could adopt her.” This mindset in Roebuck’s grandmother affected their relationship, due to the lack of familial acceptance.

Untitled Self-Portrait

I Forgive You

The Fight For Freedom Amongst The Chaos

I Hear Your Cries 

Hair Salon Gossip Gone Wrong

This piece is about one of Roebuck’s experiences with her hair stylist in Chattanooga, Tennessee. Throughout Hair Salon Gossip Gone Wrong, Roebuck draws inspiration from Kerry James Marshall and his salon piece. However, this piece is focusing on how a person is trying to change you, because they believe you are on the wrong path. The path that a person believes will turn into a bad life, and also how a person attempts to pry into your private life without consent. 

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