I’ve been stringing/weaving bottle caps onto cord to make braids… which will then be strung with neon paracord…
Emotional Baggage Cart In Progress
Want to see the process making an Emotional Baggage Cart this summer on Governors Island at Art Crawl Harlem’s House?
Every Saturday, I’ve worked on the cart. I even made a Teddy Bear for the carriage and added a Bicycle bell at the suggestion of a visitor.
Glow Up Teddy Bear
My emotional baggage cart in progress on Governors Island asked me to make a Teddy Bear for it so naturally, I complied.
Come see the completed cart at the end of the month and save the date for my Artist Talk on Saturday October 15th at 1:00pm.
Location: Art Crawl Harlem House 406B Colonels Row on Governors Island, NYC
are taking form in the studio… What do you think?
Mannequins In Progress
First woven layer on these two mannequins is complete. I’m working on a zip tie tunic for the floor model and rummaging through broken jewelry to sew onto the forms.
My narrative focuses on social justice and identity at the intersection of race and gender
Work In Progress
Im almost finished transforming this Home Depot cart into an emotional baggage cart.
A Big Beaded Bag
I have been working on a big beaded bag, bit by bit over the last couple months. It is still not done I have to finish the shoulder strap and sew on 1000 pony beads.
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The making of Morning Dew…
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
And the sudden smell of burning flesh!
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.