A life of art.
The craziest thing is I’ve been in love with Art since I was three years old. Some of my earliest memories are drawing sketching doodling and creating miniature pieces of artwork in the columns and free spaces of notebooks, textbooks, hymn books, and random sheets of scratch paper. But somewhere along the way I was deterred from a daily affair with my love. Being a black youth on the southside of Chicago There was no black male that I knew or had been exposed to who had had a successful and lucrative love affair with art. I love to create and only felt absolutely at peace when doing so, but as I grew into the age where a young black male has to make a choice between chasing his dreams and surviving, I was forced to leave my first love art and learn how to survive as a black man in America.