Scar

Smooth, honey brown canvas interrupted by carved revisions written in surgical penmanship;  augmentations to the beauty of an open book; a reminder that the story continues. 

reTurning Home

At Elmina: We were stolen, dark treasure hoarded into a vault and forced through  The white washed Door of No Return;  At Elmina: Our beautiful Black bodies,  were cut away from familial fabric and carved  anew; linked together like rough paper dolls; At Elmina:  Our footsteps were shackled, and weighed down by the weight of iron … Continue reading →