My computer crashed! And wiped all my poetry and artwork along with it, so I've been a little preoccupied. I managed to save Porridge but majority of my other files are gone. I traded in my laptop and got a beautiful 20inch Mac desktop: probably the most beautiful thing I could be typing on. That... Continue Reading →
Ink
I've gone back to pen and ink 🙂
Prints available here.Â
My apartment is my cafe, my spa, my studio, my therapist and my inspiration.
What does your home mean to you?
Black People Look Good in Yellow, The Illuminati is a Marketing Gimmick and Triple H is a Performance Artist: are titles of the books I’m going to write.
Which one would you read?
Process Work
I've been focusing on mark making rather than figurative painting for the last year. I'm interested in finding how the subconscious and the body partner up to create a mark -- In doing this I've found that certain things bother me and others excite me. For example, I'm not sure why but I cannot, for... Continue Reading →
You remind us of us.
It was always me dream to be a combination of my parents. I love them both so much.
Mr. Monday: My First Publication
I could hear the kernels popping in the microwave as the smell of butter filled Clarissa’s kitchen. I stared at the numbers as they counted down. The movie played loudly and I peered around the refrigerator to see what was going on. Then I noticed a photograph, framed in wood on Clarissa’s mantel, it was... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 