the Journey

I returned to The Bronx in 2015. Soon there after I became a sales associate at Artist & Craftsman Harlem. My job provided me the opportunity to explore mediums and extend my vocabulary.. My coworkers and I took to thinking of this experience as an Art school of sorts, providing the time and the space to develop our creative processes. The following is a sample of ideas, pieces that allowed to discover my own process.

 

“Perspective”

24x36 Acrylic,

oil & Acryla guache

cotton. 2015

The third in a set of portraits, looking to depict women of color, using the beautiful yet harsh and reflective appearance of the earth metal imitations, copper and gold.. The soft nature of our complexion is enhanced by the connections we share with nature itself.

Movement is required to fully experience this expression. The subtle snarl increases when seen from new vantage points.

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“Two worlds and a funeral”

36X36 ACrylic and ink

on COTTON

2015

Here I discovered my love of the incomplete figure, of negative space, the freedom of movement and the power of impulse.

I hope this reminds my comrades of a family living room. A staple trilogy in the households of many the American tribe of displaced persons.

 
 

“over it”

Acrylic on canvas

12x24

2014

The only canvas I brought home to The Bronx, when we burried my Grandfather, 2014. I knew I would need some way of occupying my time. Heavy emotional stress and family gatherings don’t work well for me. I found a safe place to hide, here in this work. I moved back to New York shortly after.

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“CRWN affair”

36x48

Acrylic, wood stain,oil,

Acryla Guache on wood

2016

Continuing my exploration of wood, Acknowledging the close connection my skin has to nature. Learning the why’s and why nots of mediums. Stain is not an easy tool. So true.

 
 

“motion I”

18x24 Acrylic,

Ink, Imitation Gold Leaf

2015.

Here began the conversation Titled On E around the inner self, through. the lens of reflection. Conflict, contradiction, compelled by habit. We have all been rocked to sleep by change and challenge.

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