When I think about where my creativity was rooted I have to honor the stories I’d tell myself about where I grew up. I am a 80's baby at heart, mama was a queen pen and did the best she could with what she had. I like to think of her as a master creative because we wouldn't of known if she didn't tell us we were struggling. She was juggling and wrestling with her own demons head on. Maybe it was her strength, resilience, and outright authenticity about who she was and what it was that inspired me. To lean into the same energy that lead me here knowing that I am not who they said I would be because of who raised me and where I was raised. I like to say I rose to the occasion to change the narrative for me and my gang. We embraced the environment but didn't allow it keep us where those who didn't rise wanted us. We broke free... Made a new way and we are telling new stories everyday but to to the neglect of the city that birth our stories and all the places in between. I simply thank you.
To the environment that birthed the creativity this is a ode to you.
Rosecrans & Harris
Rosecrans & Bullis
Rosecrans & Wilmington
Foster Elementary
Kelly Elementary
Whaley Middle
Dominguez High
Lueders Park
Kelly Park
Gonzalez Park
