Art is creation. It’s in the rustling trees, it’s in the air we breathe, it’s in the songs we sing, it’s In everything. I am proud of my art as it has a voice. It speaks to me, it reveals my heart and soul. I hope my art speaks to others too, that it comforts and confronts, that it challenges and questions, that it demands all and nothing. My art is my music, my books, my history and the history of others.
When you look at my art, what do you hear? What do you see? Do you see me?