i’m a descendent of lenola jones. fed 50 people with $50 for 50 sundays. it’s only natural that i have the tendency to serve the masses making the most from none.
the works are propositions and these propositions are meditations, self-reflections, interrogations of my truths.
i make because i have to. i make when i’m called. i resist diluting my unique experience with a language given to me and not a language that truly articulates how i feel.
birth something that i don’t understand, yet fulfills me.
like a chill vibrating my vertebrae, intuitive inspiration jolts through my body. desperately begging my body to keep up, i fail at relaying the entirety of that feeling.