August has been a month of introspection and growth. I’ve been returning to old techniques with fresh eyes, particularly 2D mixed media works on paper. For a recent birthday activation, I created a series of Masquerade Masks and found myself diving deep into my archive, sorting through old monoprints, tissue prints, handmade papers, magazine tears, postcards, early collages, and ephemera I had tucked away and forgotten.
In the process, I stumbled across a time capsule I set aside in 1995. Inside were treasures I hadn’t expected: rare photos of my father smiling, fragments of memory, and traces of ideas that still pulse through my work today. What once felt like discarded experiments now read as early whispers of themes that continue to guide me; ancestral spiritual practices, cosmic geometry, abstraction, African masks, adornment, and divine intervention.
Funny how time reshapes our perspective. Works that seemed incomplete years ago now feel like essential threads in my practice. The textures, patterns, and iconography I once set aside have returned, asking to be seen anew, insisting on their place in the conversation of my work.
I am still processing these rediscoveries, letting memory and material speak. I look forward to seeing how my hands guide me as these old forms weave themselves into the present moment.