At the young age of 10, art became my only catalyst as a form of therapy when I was stabbed in my left hand at church. Shadowed by the pain and anger, I developed a love for color. Over time, chromatics and culture became very important to my painting practice. I learned to love visual symbiosis because I am a person of color.
As an African-American artist living amongst a degree of cultural stereotypes, I often battle with being bound to paint political works about my blackness. My observations lead to a emphasis on surrealism and realism. I blend my figurative work with folklore and fantasy with pattern. It is my constant process to portray color with a realistic narrative that you can feel. I let the pain in my hand dictate the colors I will use. Often the color is blue, but at times varies with spectrum of intensity.
In todays society, shock and awe laced with alternative facts are looked at being progressive. Just like the knife that carved my creativity, art is a double-edged sword. If you don't respect your weapon, you can damage yourself and others. Therefore my art has a social function, that function is not to perpetuate accepted norms. Its purpose is to be uplifting, colorful and tell a story. As an artist, I take on the responsibility to paint these various subject matters by bridging the gap between culture and race.