I am Blessed to be in your presence.


Artist Statement:

I love to delve into the connections we all share as humans. I also love to dissect the differences between us that cannot be overlooked. I do this exploration through arts based storytelling and ethnography. My process begins with interviewing individuals and then creating art as a way to reflect upon those interviews.

These reflections are in the form of audio interviews, paintings, drawings, photography and digital art. When interviewing another person, my goal is to collaboratively tell a story that is uniquely their own. Art is the bridge between my understanding of their story and their own words and experiences.

 My practice translates into a visual representation of the feeling and aura of the individual I am interviewing. My practice can help audiences visually connect with the interviewee and co-artist. As I grow as an artist, I hope use my work to tell stories that are not always heard in the mainstream media. As an artist and queer woman of color, it is refreshing and also very necessary that the stories of people of color/queer people of color/ and all people of color are told creatively and with love and consideration. Many of the negative stereotypes and histories affect people of color in a multitude of ways, especially their own personal narratives. 

By working with other people of color to tell their own story, talk about their communities, histories, and realities, I hope to work collaboratively to open up conversation about what it means to be a person of color.

I want to highlight positive and affirming representation and narratives of people of color, and shift form a singular narrative that is reinforced by the media, history books, and society, to one that is multifaceted and appreciates people of color as individuals. 


ICE and their treatment of refugees is disgusting. I think we as citizens in the U.S. should continue fighting against the injustices against human beings hoping to live a life of decency. As a descendant of slaves, it is so sad to see the beginnings of slavery and the mis-treatment of people of color!

To see more visit: Immigrants Rights.

Your rights

  • You have the right to remain silent and do not have to discuss your immigration or citizenship status with police, immigration agents, or other officials. Anything you tell an officer can later be used against you in immigration court.
  • If you are not a U.S. citizen and an immigration agent requests your immigration papers, you must show them if you have them with you.
  • If an immigration agent asks if they can search you, you have the right to say no. Agents do not have the right to search you or your belongings without your consent or probable cause.
  • If you’re over 18, carry your papers with you at all times. If you don’t have them, tell the officer that you want to remain silent, or that you want to consult a lawyer before answering any questions.




Digital Fun

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PTSD: Prompts

“Continue writing your letter to the person you are most angry with. Write as much as you need to, until you feel complete.

If you have anger towards others, begin writing a letter to those people as well. Continue writing anything down regarding your anger until you feel complete with each person on your list. This may take many days to complete.”

Dear DMB,

You make me angry. You always make me angry. I think about you often. I wonder how often is too often? Do other people obsess and replay one experience with a person? Am I attracted to my anger. What does it solve? For me it is really interesting place to be in. Anger always has time for you. Anger can stay up all night, follow you into the day. It can become your best friend and worst enemy. Happiness is the hardest to achieve when you have such a heavy relationship with anger.

My anger is also attached to my feelings of embarrassment and guilt. I don’t know why I have so much guilt. I assume it is from a childhood of overall useless and strict rules and expectations. My childhood makes me upset and sad. Those memories at the different homes I moved around to. I wonder why no one protected me. Why my life had to be so hard… That question is a diluted and simple, and one that I know has no concrete answer. My gp’s are who I am the most angry with .DMB, was just mentally unstable but  gp’s were worse. They don’t know how to help or even really accept the individuals around them. They are truly heartless. There is no explanation for the ice cold and out of touch behavior.

The last conversation I had with my GP’s were when I admitted what happened to me. Meaning the abuse and mistreatment inflicted upon me from 9 on up. I remember them looking at me. The look on their faces was solemn and silent.

” Yeah I know, I am surprised you aren’t addicted to drugs.”

‘ Yeah me too’ -I responded back.

Really thinking about that statement really shows me how much they notice but don’t speak upon. Surprised, that I was not an addict. Surprised,  I wasn’t on drugs. What the hell does that mean?

‘I am in therapy now’. – Looking at them both for emotional support but it seems unlikely. In some ways I saw the worry through their eyes and silent gazes.

” I had problems with my dad as well.” – My GMA* says.

I had known about the bad experiences with GMAs father through my great aunt and my GMA’s  youngest sister. The story my aunt told me was very vague and seemed to be one of those ‘ my friend experienced this, not admitting that they are the friend that was the same from their story’ stories.

“How could a woman leave another man who loves her. This person didn’t like men who drank, but she decided to ignore that and end up with a person that was an alcoholic.” – my Great Aunt.

My response was nothing, because what else is there to say?