there is an urgency to create every piece.
To make new “words” to express what it is I’m
Without my creations I feel lost.
-Lost in translation.
Lost in a language that’s been made and defined for me.
Lost in the language of the colonizer.
See, with every piece I create I add more “words” to the new language.
A laguage geared by freedom.
A language for the
the mad gifted.
The creation of a new tongue- without words.
The begining of a revolution.
Of a movement.
Of a brighter, more colorful world.
Each piece becomes a safe space, cultivating
freedom, individuality, and support.
Hay otros como tu.
You are not alone.