if you have been keeping track with me online you would have seen i started a mural project down the street from my house. thanks to the brilliant efforts put forth by my pal Jerry Misko, Jerry is someone who has his foot deep in the game for the arts culture in Las Vegas. recently he brought me and several other Black artists together to literally paint the town. painting
shrimpnose 🍤 👃 · consumed
the tone of 2020 has been a very serious one since it’s start. if you’re paying attention to most media you’ll see society as we know it rapidly evolving before our eyes. it isn’t something you could really avoid if you tried. our planet’s cyclical chapters have reached many new checkpoints and we’ve got about five more months to 2020 leftover. some of you say “wow the year flew by
you come up with greatness overtime. like gold being tried against fires. what you see is the accumulation of experiences. peeking into the forever moment. furthermore our gazes into the hourglass trouble none. we’re cloaked experts, walking with giants. you are born into Maya.
sometimes parents have a hard time conveying what they want to say. i shouldn’t have to have any family stress when i turn 30. i’m 28. i’ll be 29 august 3rd. of course if the cosmos and my body allows for me to even meet that. or if covid, or yellowstone exploding, or one of the many tragedies to remind us how human we are transpires. it’s all tough cookies.
that’s what it’s starting to feel like. i enjoy it greatly. life is all about perspective. what you make of the situation becomes your reality. you’re not the situation, it’s your actions that define you. 2020 is a strange year. we’re surviving a pandemic whilst ending racism. creators are permanently at work. truthfully it feels like my existence alone is protest. what’s next is i should become more vocal of
within 24 hours my friends together raised well over $500 for donations to the N.A.A.C.P. if you’re just now joining us, that stands for The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. the NAACP was something we read about in history class. they were founded in 1909 to abolish the injustices People of Color faced and continue to face exactly 111 years later. Founded February 12, 1909, the NAACP
and i’m seeing parts of it i deeply miss. the abandoned naval base, or informational center?, they called it “The End of the World” or “The Edge of the World”. the base hugged the Mississippi River and met a channel that allowed boats to pass from a draw bridge. when i first wandered to New Orleans to start my art career i stayed in my friend’s apartment across the street
thankfully all of this has been an intense learning process. i’m going to be 29 this year. my dad turned 60 the other day. my brother and i called him on a group video chat since he lives in Houston. the united states is leading with covid-19 cases. one thing for sure is this reminded us all of our humanity. i’m doing my part to relaying solid informational findings on