Dear God; dear Universe; dear Paradoxical Exigence of the Mind, I awake to the quarantine of the rain, spraying me like an infected bloom; my inner voice trying to cleanse me of the consternation that has clouded my internal skies for some time now; sparking storms and raging waves that crash against your distant shores. […]
Being culturally invisible is probably the most damaging experience a person can have. It informs so much of your life thereafter, and everything becomes a fight. As an artist I feel it’s my job to bring light to the invisible, because what else is there?