I am a visual artist working in collage, assemblage sculpture and altered books. My practice explores identity, memory and the history of the African diaspora. Vintage and contemporary images collide to convey how the past informs the present.


"Spring: winter, only not as cold." -- Me, 1998

29 Mar 2008, about 6:45pm PST:
Screw the cute little robins that have been hopping around our yard. It ain't spring yet. It ain't spring yet.
See, this is why I don't get excited about decent weather this time of year. It disappears and reappears just to mess with your head, until mid-June. But no -- still nothing to go wild about, because our week and a half of summer doesn't show up until oh, late July. Rain on Independence Day is the norm, not the exception -- and yet we still have fireworks shows.

No, I don't know why we bother.

Happy fifth anniversary, sweetie

Pocket art, display art