Our lives consist of a collection of stories. Those stories shape our behaviors, habits and personalities. Ultimately, those stories are a reflection of where we’ve been and where we’re going. As a Black Person, I carry the weight of all those who came before. As a Black Woman, I carry the silence of those who never got a chance to speak their truth. As a Black Woman in America I carry the strength required to push past the barriers intricately stacked against us. As a Black Woman from Washington, DC, I carry the history of my ancestors who built this land only to be washed away in the promise of something greater.
My art is a reclamation; my promise to those who came before me that we will no longer be forgotten. Years ago in Africa, the keeper of stories was called, a “griot”. I am the self-proclaimed griot of my dear city, my dear Washington, DC. With each piece I aim to weave the line that connects us. May my voice be impenetrable like wind, my rhythm as dynamic as fire, my art infinite like water and my passion firm like the earth.