I first saw that small rug and noticed it had been worn through down the bottom where the feet and knees go. It’s my grandmother’s rug, the only thing my dad has left of her. I thought; how many times did she pray on it to wear it down the ground? How many times did she seek refuge here? How much hope, how much faith? Two years on from its first iteration shown at KINGS starting with her grandmother’s rug, I have Her Hands and I have Her Pain traces artist’s personal transgenerational memory and trauma through cultural iconography, and family lineage, and narrative.