visual arts
Like a snowball rolling downhill, I am tumbling nonstop, searching for a definitive connection between memories and places and the formation of human identity. I’ve written a bit about this concept in a previous post titled Memory and Intangibility however, for the sake of your…
In a previous entry, For Carl, I described the nostalgic experience of being thrust into acute awareness of the timeless space that is my grandparent’s kitchen. I left feeling full, anchored, and whole. I have a habit of ruminating in thought and I have spent…
In our hyperactive society. A day doesn’t sound like much time. We open our eyes and go about our days without much thought to the events that are happening around us. But when the people you are spending time with are in their early-to-mid eighties,…
Earlier this year I collaborated with a group of artists to create an installation on censorship within the history of Chinese legislature. We emphasized the culture’s orbit around calligraphy, where it is more than a learned skill, but quite often a tool of power, control,…
I had the amazing opportunity to participate in a local group exhibition at the Bonita Museum and Cultural Center in Chula Vista, CA. The show was curated by local painter Christopher Padilla who considered it important to highlight some of San Diego’s upcoming artists. My…
In part one, I compared the experiences of my travels to Bedford, UK in 2017 and Ghana in 2018 by their value in social capital. I realized I had been measuring the value of travel by asking which place could afford me a greater opportunity…
This weekend past, I had the pleasure of participating in the annual Juried exhibition, Art of Soul!, at the National Afro-American Museum and Cultural Center, in Wilberforce, OH. Neighboring two HBCUs, this was a wild trip and a weekend that I doubt I will ever forget.
Plus/Minus is an exhibition on the introspective expression of negative space with work created by emerging Southern California based artists. Negative space stands perspective on its head. Personal ideas take shape not only within the context of an art piece, but also in the absence…
“I was as honest with my passions then as I am now.“ My eyes linger over these forgotten photographs and I am brimming with varied emotions that range from intrigue, to sorrow to awe. Part of me is curious to recall my thoughts during this…
I struggle finding the words to talk about this piece. Not because I lack any, but rather that I have too many. To sum it as best I can, it is a compression of ancient and contemporary African experiences. More on this topic in a…