My artist statement is a breathing memento: one that is boastful when it can be, though reclusive and uncertain by nature, ever reminding me of Self. It is birthed from persistent attempts to make sense of a senseless human experience, an experience that often left me too paltry to persist. However, since the pestilence of an awakened psyche is the artist's most faithful friend and foe, I do. I do choose to find something to write about, be it beauty or pain. I do celebrate them both so that I may one day understand the need for them both, not just the former. I do find the beauty in the ordinary, the background, the unsung. I do gaze into Mother Nature’s infinity and realize how special it is to be when, where, and why I am. Every word written provides a peek into all that this Black woman is, and I'll continue to write so that we can all find out who she will become.