My 7 year old showed me a drawing last night. At first glance it looked to be the madness of a child’s mind – yet when I took my time and studied the details of her drawing, I saw a wonderful still-life drawing of every detail in our living room. I was remined quickly of my humble beginnings and where I am now as an artist. Hundreds of drawings on notebook paper stuffed in my grandmother’s drawers. All the hours in the studio laboring – trying to find myself. I only knew I wanted to create great art.
This year my solo show BLK HND SDE was sold out. It was well received and even garnered the nomination of an award. We’ll see what happens the night of Oct. 28th. This year I had an opportunity to curate an exhibit at a museum. It’s the 50th anniversary of Black Creativity at the Museum of Science and Industry; I’m no longer a participating art but judging the prestigious contest this year. I co-chaired an important art event at the Art Institute of Chicago. This year I had an opportunity for collaborative work with a clothing company. From those childhood drawings until now, I’ve made a bit of progress. Have I been validated? No
Why would I say NO? Because it only represents a small portion of my dreams. When I started this journey I set high goals and have always had great expectations. I’m grateful for what I’ve accomplished, but I know its so much more to do. I’m still climbing.
Original work for Dear Jazz exhibit currently at South Side Community Art Center