Block Print.

These prints are rare and cannot be replicated.
They are a reflection of a time where I experienced my most intense pull toward despair. I do have one stamp I kept during that time for a select few as it is a sacred offering.

Portrait & Poem.

Right before Quarantine (photo circa late 2018).
Five years feels like a romance novel left unpublished.
In Mental Health, nostalgia can be an indication of Psychosis because, to my knowledge, the past is gone.

What a standard! Yikes! (hint: your body will never forget your past).

Fell in Love with me that Summer by Running: Refugee Kids Run Fast
Days gone forever, what devastation made-
through the reckless narrative of Hate.
Oh! how I wish delusion would burst.
[mania?]
[Bipolar Disorder]
[assess for Hypo or Hyper for clarification]
Supermarkets becoming empty?
Food for newborns no longer available?
Where is the President?
Pandemic backfire<

Now we see.

The golden thread? Summer runs.

Flash Forward 2023:
the imprints made during the last three years will not ever fade.
(((breathe in)))
((((breathe out))))

War is so last Summer.

Watercolor.

(mindful: feminine silhouette)

With these pieces, I continue to accept the magnitude of discipline in the life of any Artist. This is a series of birth that should remain as complex as it is. This Narrative is a reflection of my Loved Ones.

Illustration.

At the onset of the Trump Administration these portraits are from an inspired series.
During the nearing end (Summer of 2020) I began to study the various forms of political gaslighting taking place for victims of sexual abuse through Media & trend. This included attending one Black Lives Matter protest in Downtown Riverside where planes flown declaring the city’s love for police and my white-sage (local) bundle was a sight to be seen; as were my skin-tight-high-waisted jeans and fresh Vans in light blue:
Low top. No socks.

As I said to the gentleman behind me, “This is for our Gente.”