Created completely from paper towels, aluminum foil and spray paint. Indicating abstractly the image of a woman poised in economic poverty, but grazed with healthy mystery, resiliency and trust in GOD. We look at our mothers shoes as children and we try to walk a mile in her steps… Im Nigerian. This is a beautiful step!...
Generally, it’s our links to our past that create the only chain that is strong enough to pull us from our past into our future. We stand on shoulders of those… This piece has over 6000 pics of different sizes. There are pics that are smaller than half the size of a dime. This piece also features lines from my original poetry....
My poetry lines the face holding these confused empty eyes. This speaks clearly to the responsibility that we have not to dwell inside of our issues…But we ought to encourage ourselves so that we can be an encouragement to others.Spoken Word is a gift meant to bless others. It’s not a toy....
There was a fire that laid on them in a tongue… A tongue that had no recognizable mouth but their own… But my own.., Giving spiritual power to them to speak in words unheard… Using the unused, abused and unheard to speak to those with hard hearts who STILL won’t hear… Light us UP LORD! YOU are my fire…...
Everyone has a secret drawer. My drawer is full of meds for bipolar, fibromyalgia, kidney disease, OCD, PTSD.., FULL And after I open it, it’s almost impossible to close. And life for me is timed by what I’m tethered to. Meds for the beginning, middle and end of my day. I went a lil graphic in this photo because mental illness is a graphic lens that we look at our life through. We must drop the stigmas, immaturity and ignorance and make up our minds. There’s choice… Support or step back… But don’t get in the way…...
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