I SEE OTIS REDDING’S GHOST ON THE BIKE PATH

America is an idea that belongs only to people. I’m glad.

“Poetry teaches us / About heart. I want my heart held, my body warm.”

Art—in all of its forms—is one crucial way to combat this blindness—to open ourselves and each other to things we can’t explain or contextualize, and to see beyond our current moment.

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.