It's mid year, our hearts are burning and so is our skin. Miami nights and days are saunas, but we feel like dancing.
I am beyond excited to share with you a short glimpse of the seven months of our absence, through my eyes. Though the majority of the visuals reflect happy days, my truth is- it has been difficult. It's been heartbreaking. It's been fire and stern hands softening clay. Its brought about confusion and doubt, discouragement at times, and consistent- merciful -humbling (not the sweetest cup of tea).
It's also been blessed by small moments of bliss, of joy, of progress.
I've traveled to my home away from home; Chicago, as well as other short trips to Atlanta, Tennessee, New York, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey. I've been blessed to work after six months without getting my hands dirty. Continuing my studies, and finally OFFICIALLY entering my senior year, my LAST year of undergrad. Working with my church in the youth ministry, and developing a stronger relationship with my Lord- my seven months.
Like I said, this has been difficult. I find joy in sharing my story, to share God's work in me and through me as well as my growth artistically.
These are highlights, staged pictures that summarize open days in the studio hearing my friends break barriers musically, or saying goodbye to classmates who later become vision partners advocating for intersectionality regarding womanhood, short trips back to Chicago serving alongside old roommates, late nights watching your friends perform feeling forced to swallow everyone else's smoke, days in the northeast surrounded by white snow; devoured by it, admiring the mountains of Tennessee, and coffee dates with my sisters.
Everything in between was not as photogenic but everything in between was just as beautiful, just as necessary.