I rarely saw darkskinned black women grace my tv, film or books. I rarely saw them ever. It’s funny cause the people who uplift me, tell me I’m beautiful and love me are black women. It’s what we do.
I wanna reclaim myself and carve out a space for black women, black trans, and non-binary peeps to take up space in an arts world that doesn’t see a need for us, that tries to stop us from telling our story.
I’m going to be posting pictures of myself a fucking great deal more cause it’s a shame I was conditioned to think I can’t be seen.
Here’s me now.
Capture your own narrative and share it with the world. Take up space, take up air.
Mixed Media Book, Front Cover and Selected Pages : 30 Total Pages
“On the acceptance, rejection and struggle with femininity and how mental illness, abusive relationships and a 90′s rainbow childhood shaped those feelings. Toilet paper, tissue paper, glue, artificial sweetener, acrylic, sprinkles, glitter, fake blood, gel pen, glitter glue, collage, crayon and various nostalgic trash on paper.”
Her phone rings
Meeting reminder pings
She cannot see
The gallery empty.
The Gustavo metzger newspaper rack
Gets hit by a high slung back pack.
It’s a sculptural work
Behind which 4 spotty teenagers lurk.
She wants to know
When it’s time to go.
She’s plays hide and seek with her own 5 kids
And after 12 hours in a gallery
where her real self has been hid
Did you know that it’s banned for women to show their nipples on certain social media sites, such as Instagram and Facebook? Women should have the same equal rights as men. Gender inequality needs to stop!