Mystery misunderstood. She was chased away by the harsh realities of the day. No one fervently peeked around the corners of the sky awaiting her return. But she returned. Too often She heard the hopes and declarations of good Mornings. But never enough did any ever wish of her a good Night. Still She remained a Good Knight
To an impossible Black sky.
You often feature Black people in a positive, stylish and sometimes provocative light. Is there a specific reason for this?
“I don’t know when it all started but for years I’ve been very color-conscious. I’ve been very race-conscious and I’m very aware that I’m not just an artist, but a Black artist. And I have no problem with that. I’m very careful about how we are portrayed. I know that if you google the word ‘beauty’ right now, 99.9 percent of the faces that come up will be a white woman’s face, and that’s a bit astonishing. And, I don’t know, I just feel like images speak volumes, and when I speak to people through my images, I just want to make sure I’m saying something positive when it comes to the issue of Black women or Black men.
I also tell negative stories, I can show an ugly side or tell an ugly truth, but at the end of it all I want the message to be something beautiful and positive that not just Black people can relate to but everyone can relate to, and I want everyone to understand it. But that’s not always going to happen. Not everyone is going to look at my work and see beautiful, stylized, somewhat provocative photos. I guess some people will just see 'ugly naked bodies’ or 'pornographic images’; 'uncombed afros’ or long 'unkempt dreadlocks’. But that’s kind of why the image is out there, to expose people to those images more, and desensitize them to it. Black power is still scary to a lot of people. It shouldn’t be something to be afraid of. Black Power is a necessity.”
I waited here for you until I questioned my own presence. Virtue chips away from patience like paint from walls I have become a ghost that haunts this place. But I have made this story my home Nary a record ever skip. Nor a song absent from my heart. I still smile. I still know joy. I find myself tickled by the thought of you. Laughing when nothing is funny. Only now, I find solace in dancing on my own with reckless abandon.