
Why the Brim?
The brim is a boundary. A filter. A choice.
It allows us to show the world what we want them to see while keeping sacred the parts of us that are still healing, still unfolding, still ours. The brim protects, but it also empowers. It gives us room to move through the world on our own terms.
For many Black women, hats have long been a symbol of elegance, strength, faith, and resilience. They've been worn to church, to celebrations, to make a statement, and to survive a storm. A hat can transform how we feel — taller, bolder, softer, safer. But even without a hat, we carry an invisible brim: the expectations, assumptions, and judgments placed on us before anyone knows our full story.
This collection is about what lives beneath that brim — the real, the raw, the layered truth. It's a reminder that there is always more to us than what meets the eye.
Because every woman has a story.
And before you see the whole woman,
you only see the brim.
— Denise “NiSi” Lee

"She learned how to begin again without calling herself broken."
Press the painting to LISTEN to original poetry for Still, She Smiled.
"I don't need her to make me fearless. I need her to remind me to keep going."
Press the painting to LISTEN to original poetry for The Girl I Carry.


"Home is not only where I came from. It is something I learned how to become for other people."
Press the painting to LISTEN to original poetry for The Mil.
"She kept us in ways we are still discovering. And now, we keep her."
Press the painting to LISTEN to original poetry for The Keeper


"I did not inherit her eyes, but I inherited something from the woman behind them."
Press the painting to LISTEN to original poetry for Her Eyes.
"Some things can be pressed smooth. Some things leave a crease."
Press the painting to LISTEN to original poetry for Sophisticated Lady.


"You do not have to be finished to be worthy of being seen."
Press the painting to LISTEN to original poetry for Becoming.
"I did not find my voice just to lower it for someone else's comfort."
Press the painting to LISTEN to original poetry for Self-ish.


"Being noticed is not the same as being known."
Press the painting to LISTEN to original poetry for Pretty Armor.
"Beneath one brim- even when there is no brim at all."
Press the painting to LISTEN to original poetry for Bare.

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One of the final stops in Under the Brim invites visitors to become part of the exhibition.
Standing before the mirror, guests are asked to complete one sentence:
Before they know my story…
They see ____________________.
What begins as a reflection becomes a conversation about perception, identity, and the assumptions we make about one another.
The mirror reminds us that every face carries a story that cannot be seen at first glance.
Near The Keeper sits a vintage hatbox.
Inside are hundreds of anonymous stories.
Visitors are invited to answer one question:
I carry ____________________.
Some write a word.
Others write a paragraph.
Some fold the paper carefully before placing it inside.
Each response becomes part of the exhibition—a quiet reminder that we are often carrying far more than anyone realizes.
Under the Brim is more than an exhibition of portraits.
It is an invitation.
Throughout the gallery, visitors are encouraged to:
~Listen to original poems written for each painting.
~Experience the artwork through audio.
~Reflect at the mirror.
~Contribute to the hatbox.
~Continue the journey online after leaving the gallery.
The experience doesn't end when you leave the room.
It continues wherever you carry it.
Some stories are spoken.
Others are worn.
Others are carried so quietly that the world never knows they exist.
I'm so glad you're here.
Under the Brim began with a single painting and quietly became something much bigger than I ever imagined. As I created these women, I found myself reflecting on my grandmothers, my mother, my sister, the women who inspired me, and ultimately, myself.
This collection became an inward journey.
My hope is that it becomes one for you as well.
Take your time.
Listen to the poems.
Read the stories.
Stand before the mirror.
Leave a piece of yourself in the hatbox if you choose.
Above all, allow yourself to slow down.
Perhaps you'll recognize someone you love.
Perhaps you'll recognize yourself.
Thank you for stepping beneath the brim.
— Denise 'NiSi' Lee
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