This work was birth out of a nagging within. The imagery came to me and cried out to be brought forth. Thoughts on Harriet Tubman running through weeds on her way to freedom came to mind. Layers emerged as I began to create. My mind turned to the restrictions placed on black and brown people every day. Where can we go without question, where we are not allowed to tread? The spaces in which one must continually look over their shoulder become more prevalent than not. And just where is this freedom? Where it is ok to exhale and relax your shoulders, allowing your bare feet a chance to walk through grass? Slavery never ended and slaves get their feet cut off if they run too far. Do you ever get a chance to stroll and meander through the grassy knoll or is life full of running on cracked concrete, stepping over broken glass and weeds that poke through cement? My longing for more is infused in the steel wire that speaks of both confinement and boundlessness. It the dichotomy between acknowledgment of what is, and hope for future.
A gold cord represents the bond throughout generations- the strand of DNA, the mark of generations, the experiences and wisdom of the ancestors passed along as golden nuggets of wisdom and protection. We are both the student and the teacher as we move about in the world. How you operate and live shifts gains purpose and intention when you build with legacy in mind.
Oshun is the African goddess of love and sweet waters, known for healing, fertility and prosperity. “The embodiment of Oshun transcends age and physical western views. It is a concept of grandeur -- a voluptuousness, a spiritual arousal. It is the liquid that continually flows wet between the thighs of the women who can see through spiritual sexual eyes. There are no age limits or weight issues. It's all about perception." - Anthony McKissic
When did it become ok for old white men of legislation to rule matters of life as if by governance they were suddenly given the role of creator? Why do births or death hinge on matters of riches and value rather than mere humanity? The war begins before a heartbeat strikes.