I used to blame my parents for not allowing me to be who I wanted to be, but then I realized that I was the one holding myself back by allowing their negative words to affect how I was looking at myself. I would do great at something, then sabotage myself by convincing myself that […]
For the last year, everyone has wished they could be on a different planet. When I saw the moon and an airplane on the same day, I decided to combine both into a cool composite shot. The result is inspiring.
With the pandemic and the isolation that came with that, I turned to ceramics for some company. I started making my own “ceramic buddies”.
I am a proud African woman. Africa made me The gold represents the wealth of African that we never get to see on TV.
My NFT collection ‘FUNKY FLOWERZ’ consists of 9 different flower species, each one with 300 unique variations to total 2700 in all. I mapped out an intricate hierarchy of rarity by including different bugs and adding special edition colorways.
The thing about side projects is that you’re never sure if you’re any good at it, to keep doing it. And because you don’t keep doing it, you never get good at it.
Have you ever seen a pug in a Halloween costume? It’s cute—but it’s also very, very sad. They look ashamed. Defeated. Embarrassed. For this portrait series, I aimed to portray a few of today’s (seemingly shameless) political figures in an unfamiliar emotional state: that of a pug squeezed into a polyester unicorn straight jacket.
Escaping to NYC and moving up the ad industry ladder only heightened my trauma. I had to return to Mississippi to confront just how deep the toxicity can be for a poor, black, gay peripatetic.
This photo series documents the transformation of the memorial to Confederate general Robert E. Lee along Monument Avenue, not far from where my wife and I live in Richmond, Virginia.
One fine day I sat on my stoop, attempting to “live in the present” – as all the hustle-culture articles said I should be doing – while absorbing some much needed Vitamin D.