Selasi Owusu

Selasi Owusu first met blacksmithing while fitting a propane forge between shampoo appointments, after years of coloring gray roots and trimming wedding-party fringes left her unable to ignore an uneven line anywhere, including the edge of an anvil. Now in her fifties, she buys oversized anvils as moral declarations, then studies their delivery windows with the focus once reserved for a crooked bob.