When I began diving into my roots and reflecting my journey in my art, I thought I was helping to save the culture. My dad reminded me, or corrected me, that the culture was, in fact, saving me. I cannot thank my ancestors enough instilling the tools I need to always strive forward. To transmit and circulate inspiration. It’s what fuels my daily world, what empowers my soul and what nurtures my spirit. For that, I owe them my life.

Below, I visit various ancient sites where I fondly ask, how could I forget where I’m from if my ancestors left me places like these?