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 for the inspiration, drive, talent and discipline they have instilled in me. It’s what fuels my daily world, what empowers my soul and what nurtures my spirit. For that, I owe them my life.
I listen to them speak to me, gently but firmly, through the wonderful ideas that blossom from my heart, through the people who affect me and the way I have come to impact those around me. I try to listen to what I’m becoming, how I’m blooming. I want to do my guiding stars proud as they shine through me. I must continue their path while forging my own, assuring our lifeline is present now and tomorrow.
In order to recharge my soul, I visited my motherland to download the powerful energies still electrifying our ancient cities. How could I forget where I’m from if my ancestors left me places like these?
