Welcome to 2019. I’m finally getting around to publishing this newsletter on the last day of January; talk about cutting it close. I’m slooowly coming to terms with the idea that 2019 should be about quality, not quantity.In a world where everyone seems to be pumping out content every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, not following suit feel like I’m not a serious artist. The truth is, I don’t like noise. I don’t like popping up in your inbox just because it’s a new month. I don’t like having a noisy Twitter crammed with self-promotional tweets. Yes, we need to let the world know that our proverbial tree fell in the woods but it’s also cool to be quiet. There’s a season for everything and this is my season to work on some larger projects.

That said, don’t count on having monthly updates this year. Do count on me to support your creative ventures. Holla at me if you want to collaborate. Holla at me if you need a retweet and possibly a donation for your project. Holla if you need to vent. Holla. Holla. Holla.

Be true to yourself. Make the art that makes you happy. Don’t stress about commercial success. Have fun and play a little.

This roofless, unpainted, rock and mud structure holds stories I’m desperate to unlock. The seed of future generations and the ghosts of ancestors past constantly, unknowingly passing through each other. If my soul is ever successful at splitting time, would I meet my grandmother on this hill for a play date?
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JBF: The Misguided Seamstress (The Daily Herald)
“The girls are too thin; I hope they fill out by summer,” Rebecca said while adjusting the pins. Yes, more people on the “Onicia needs womanly curves” prayer team. I flexed my pecks and whispered another prayer while imagining me stuntin’ in my backless yellow dress.