“All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story, to vomit the anguish up” -James Baldwin
Most of the things I’ve ever painted
Or written end up in the trash
Never did I think exploring the scariest places of my mind
Would cause me to seek all the tangible pieces of my story
Owning.
I’m a anonymous painter, a writer- an artist. Despite my resistance art has always been apart of me. It didn’t save my life but it bore witness to my lived experience. Something I now find more valuable. It’s a mirror of the noise I carry in my mind. I use acrylic paint and words to shift the weight. Mediums I've always been called to but up until now, wasn’t ready to own.