Writings apart of my first solo exhibition, “Two Things Can Be True” written in the Spring of 2022.
Nuance
Every day is a fight of both will and faith
It is constant work to stay grounded and sit in a sense of peace that everything will work out exactly how it’s supposed to.
In many ways, it feels like man versus mind, man versus time.
Reminders that a deep breath, and the loud and silent prayers can and will carry me.
Will It Be Long?
In many ways there is neither light nor darkness
Moments feel like a middle gray, with scattered clouds and the soft peek of a sun ray Is there space to belong?
I’m sitting, engulfed in constant noise
Searching for clarity
After deep breaths and slow exhales, whispers of loving kisses, I see the sun Can it be this complex?
Is this calm or chaos?
Soft whispers of loving kisses, steered by hints of ridicule
Will it be long?
Belonging; a suffocating urge
I am existing as the flower and the soil, hoping to belong
Will it be long?
Witnessing
I have witnessed
I have existed
This is my blackness
I have sat from the rooftop, looking down
Will they see me?
Full of words, charged with thoughts
Will they hear me?
Why aren’t they listening?
Intersections, all existing at once
Distorted words but clarity in thought
This is my blackness
Give me space
Let me breathe
I have witnessed
I have existed
Where the Sun Goes to Set
I sat on the edge
Where the sun goes to set
Longing to fly amongst the painted clouds
Searching for rest
Urgently gasping for my breath
I’m here alone, again.
Provoked, and pried.
Burdened by what I can’t control
Plucking away at the moments of revelation, where there seemed to be a glimpse of hope Gasping for a breath
The sun is setting, the skies that are painted; I painted myself