We say makeup artists, why not hair artists? I think that would be a more respectful take on what we do, on what we bring to the world.
Cutting hair was more than is often supposed, it was my art, my sculpture and my gift of creative talent to others.
Cutting hair and chatting, that was how the days came one after the other. In our little community I guess I was the therapist. It's natural though, isn't it? It's a sort of butterfly from the cocoon moment.
Cutting hair was a way of showing love, of revealing to others how beautiful they can be.
Cutting hair, the sound of the scissors, was relaxing. For as the barber cut, as he revealed the more confident and trim self that needed to come out.
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