I am in utter disbelief at what transpired this past weekend. Whose work is this? What divine force weaves such encrypted patterns forcing us to accept the most horrific and devastating of circumstances, frozen inside the same teardrop that holds the most jovial and hopeful emotions. I went to Austin, Texas to a place ironically titled, "The Crossings", to celebrate the wedding of a very close family friend. Not only was the trip to celebrate the new love in his life, but it was symbolically, a converging, a crossing of his past, present, and their future. A retreat, where the oldest of friends re-encountered eachother - as men. Where his family celebrated the triumph of their eldest son. A place where California met with New York, met with Texas. Where hip hop, met country, met love songs. It was in fact, a crossing... more so than any of us would have ever wished. In that day and a half, we laughed, sang, danced, and cried. We were f...
Our creations are reconstructions of the way we experience the world reconfigured into artistic expression that reveals truth about the world inside us and the world around us. From an early age, I was aware of the responsibility that came with my gifts and I have tried to use my voice to create works and experiences that facilitate connection, hope and self-belief in others.