On expanding our notion of dysphoria and the power of writing
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Molly Hankinson is a visual artist, illustrator and muralist from South East London, now living and working in Glasgow. She graduated in Fine Art: Painting and Printmaking from The Glasgow School of Art in 2018, and was then awarded the graduate studio residency at SWG3 Studio Warehouse, where she now has her permanent studio. Molly looks at the honest and unapologetic representation of people who experience misogyny, with an unparalleled and celebratory reclamation and ownership of space evident in her work. Incorporating the aesthetics of bright and considered colour placement with use of continuous line, Molly creates ‘bold and subtly detailed, inclusive celebrations of feminine vitality’.
www.mollyhankinsonart.co.uk
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