The crisp edges suggest the border of a printing matrix, but in actuality, Ja’nae undergoes the ritualistic process of imitating her hair’s innumerable conditions with her ink-dipped brush. In making the drawings, Ja’nae replicates the motions of doing one’s hair. Both processes show a commitment to the beauty of Black hair, and the drawings affirm the sanctity of each strand and of what it tells of its owner: tracing the coils of her existence. The network of curls are in intimate relation with her own body, but constitute a cipher that speaks to the kinks and coils of her desired audience. There is a striking nonchalance to her work, it does not render itself explicitly, but operates on the confident cool of “if you know, you know.” If you don't, then maybe it is not for you. The work’s exclusivity prioritizes a demographic that is in most scenarios the subject of mass exclusion. Ja’nae speaks softly to the Black women who see themselves mirrored in her detailing and I trust that she will get me right.