I bounce between Black Art & Native Art often in my styles. I strongly believe my ancestors use me as a conduit to express.
So these two pieces are a reflection of that very notion. I had a dry sprout started by a gallery I attended in hopes to get my work out there but it was just nothing I envisioned. So obviously traveling so far can leave you a little flustered; until I realized the image of the owl followed me all day long.
I was also overcome by emotions of stagnancy and that’s what brought along the rain. Rainy days are beautiful because it’s inevitable the grass is greener the next day.