October will always bring reflection, as it is the month of my (2 month very early birth)
As I am forced to embrace and shed parts of me, as I approach my 10 year anniversary from studying International Studies, Spanish, and Studio Art at Richmond.
It starts and ends with my heart, and the art.
So, now I lead with Artist, as I have always and will always be.
These are just parts; the stories, the tears, the unseen paintings, the physical therapy, the occupational therapy, the speech therapy; and yet I still have my words.
I don’t care about what is said. Having a disability is hard; my friends fight for me, speak for me when I am unheard, I am balancing more than I asked for. Life is so imperfect, but it is a great gift. I am black, woman, and disabled. Somehow, someway, it is as the cool say, “foot on neck.”
I’m happy I have given myself space to be. I literally drove myself to my near end, trying to do and be so many different things; feeling inadequate when I missed the mark. The motto is grace and space.
See you where the paint is.