So much of my work has been about returning home, a feat for a person whose ancestors were stolen from their land. This return to the natural self, the uncolonized former, is more of a spiritual journey than a physical one, but throughout my practice I see messages from nature that teach me what it means to be sovereign and in community. How our survival depends on the survival of our community. Most recently I have embarked on a journey to uncover what lasting memory nature holds of the transatlantic slave trade and the Jim Crow era. Trees live for centuries an have witnessed horrific happenings, does that somehow bend them, or is nature transformable, reclaimable?

What does it mean to hold multiple realities at once, the site at which

How can a site of trauma also be a site for liberation, or the mundane

There is a violence in the ways that our sacred places are turned into passerby/pedestrian spaces

That is why every park is a plantation activates these sites to remember, and reclaim these space for ourselves

Who owns a space ?

“A universe that came from nothing in the big bang will disappear into nothing in the big crunch, its glorious few zillion years of existence not even a memory.Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.”

— P.C.W. Davies