Luckily, there will always be people who appreciate the old stuff.

When I moved to Chicago, I was definitely jumping into a fad, which was community engagement. That was definitely treated and abused. The word was tossed around so carelessly.

Oftentimes, “Lake Life” is seen as something that only white people get to enjoy. The rest of us have to hope to know a white person who will let us come up for a day. Fox Lake reminds us that we are all allowed at the lake.

I look toward my ancestors’ future, one that miraculously includes me, and try to honor the knowledge they fought to keep alive. 

One morning, my student’s painting of a feather appeared in the sky before me. The clouds had created it. 

Long story short: I was on a walk the other day, thinking about the damp fungal semiotic oblivion around the word “art.”

There is a unique St. Louisan spirit for artists to simultaneously contribute as both artist and activist, an impulse which evolved from the years between 2014 and 2017.

Misty-eyed and gorgeous, baby. 

Through art, I continue to ask questions.

Good doesn't always mean the same thing for everyone.

This is one of those ideas that gets worse the more you think about it: oil and water sloshing around and across each other in ever-more-dangerous combinations. 

Where were u ??

Loving yourself is about embracing the love you have for your practice because you love yourself first.

This is NOT enough. We need more. DACA recipients want to contribute in full to the growth of this country, to the city of Milwaukee, and prove that we can make a difference in our society.

Everything was confusing at Transmission, and by design.

I realized my whole being is expression. My existence is art.

The St. Louis arts community does not have a deep archive that documents its people, places, and resources.

“These are things we should talk about, if you want to reconcile with what it is to live in Fort Wayne.”

The unfurling bud at the tip of the tree of my resistance is my dawning realization that I and many others—maybe you yourself—could easily be classified as criminals. Indeed, many of us are classified that way already.

The myth is that if we can’t “make it,” then we don’t want it bad enough. Such thinking fails to consider people as whole parts within a whole system.