In Red

My mother bought me this skull piece for birthday back in October. Not sure what it’s made of but it’s heavy and took the paint well. I had no ideas beyond wanting a bold color for this spot on top of my piano. Finished it with a gloss. I think it turned out cute.

That Be the Day

As Black History month comes to a close, I’m sharing a song written during the BLM protests in 2020. When I think about my family history, I’m reminded how I can only trace back so far and how I’ll never know exactly where my ancestors came from, all those unanswerable questions. I often feel like a black speck in the milk, out of place and rootless trying to navigate this unwelcoming society. But mostly this song is a response to those who don’t want people who look like me here. Guitar & voice. Also on streaming services.