Rounding up “ Safe Space”. As the title suggests this piece is my reflection on the current political climate. I usually don’t explain “the meaning” of my work but I feel the need to emphasize that this is more than a “pretty picture”.

Duality forms one of my recurring themes & it’s no surprise that there’s a lot of it in here.
The wings are a combination of the male & female grouse, a bird renowned for camouflage. They spend most of their time on the ground, not traveling far. The red wing tips, “fingers/ hands” refer to the first drawings of men, to the need to create but also to bloodied hands, the will to destroy. The feathers form a shelter to protect but also the exclude; a bubble so to speak. The outer form of the wings refer to the swastika, a symbol of peace in some regions but to most of us a symbol of horror. A suggestion of history repeating itself.
The covered face stands for protection but also suppression, exclusion & indifference. It also suggests religion with all its facets.
I tried to give the features a non distinctive sex, to emphasize the androgynous theme, which started with the wings.
The coldness of the skin suggest a “dead to the world” attitude & the fact that the person is “Caucasian”, confront me with my own struggle with race/racism.

This piece is my contribution for the “Winter Flock” exhibition The Convent Philly starting 10 Feb 2017.


Thanks again everyone for coming last night! If you missed it, we’ll be there again next Saturday night (¼) 7-10 pm! Come join us! Video by the super talented @_hansu ❤🎥
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Today I met Shia Labeouf and it was the most heartwarming experience ever! As i nervously walked in he sat looking down at a small table as I sat down I said hi Shia I’m genesis and I held his warm hands and he squeezed them and moaned when he heard my broken voice he looked up at me with the biggest most beautiful light green eyes with tears running down his cheeks. As I stared in amazement at him I congratulated him for his very successful art exhibit. And I told him that I was crying cuz I almost didn’t get in and I really wanted to experience this with him. And I thanked him and told him that he is loved and that there was so much love outside for him and that I admired him because he was very passionate with his work and i showed him the drawing i made for him and told him that i wanted to give him something i opened the drawing and told him that those were some quotes that have inspired me and helped me through hard times and i hoped he could relate to them and i showed him the eyes i drew and told him that i loved his eyes bit my drawing didnt do it any justice to which he squeezed my hands and cried i then showed him his profile drawings drew and told him he looked very peaceful that’s why I liked it and that I wasn’t a great drawer but I tried and I stood up and asked him for a hug and he said yes I bend over and hugged him around the neck and he stood up and pulled me against his body and squeezed me and I squeezed him back and I felt so comfortable and so much love that I couldn’t believe that I was hugging the one and only and as he sat down I told him he was amazing and to keep doing what he was doing cuz so many people love him and I gave him a two kisses on the cheek and told him he was amazing and to keep doing what he was doing and he stood up and hugged me really hard once again and I rubbed his head and back as he rubbed my back and stroke my hair and I said thank you repeatedly and I said I had to hurry cuz I wanted my best friend who was next to experience this as well and he started crying and muffled “No!”and hugged me once more, this was the longest hug, then I said if I could take a pic with him and he sat and nodded excitedly and kissed me on the cheek for the pic and then I waited till he turned and took a pic of his face and I hugged him again and held his face and told him thank you for inviting me to his world and I kissed him on the cheek once more. And he put his hand on my heart and i put my hand on his and as he held my hand I said goodbye and left. Contrary to the experiences I was hearing about mine wasn’t awckward at all I felt very comfortable and welcomed and I relive that moment in my head everyday it was that amazing!…..after thinking about it I think what he was trying to say was that he isn’t an object that he is human and he has feelings too I came to this conclusion because he let me feel his heartbeat and when people would just talk to him without interacting with him he would just be motionless and the tears probably were a hint to show that he was still human inside because in the exterior the media just sees him as an object


Really excited to share with y'all that the brilliant award winning writer Angela Flournoy is the featured author for April’s Free Black Women’s Library Pop Up session!! Come on through to Nurture Art Gallery, 56 Bogart Street, Brooklyn and take part in the conversation!!
Angela will talk about her writing practice and read excerpts from her best selling debut novel “The Turner House” on Sunday April 2nd.
Feel free to come by, trade books, listen in and take part in the conversation.
The library opens at at noon and I will have hundreds of books of every genre all written by Black women available to trade.
Bring a good book written by a Black woman to get a good book written by Black woman. 📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚
Light Snacks & Refreshments will be served.
This event is free and open to all. See you there 😉