On a new mission

When I first moved to DC eight years ago, I moved here without any knowledge that I was an artist. I was honestly just a young 25 year-old-person trying to make it in the big city. Hell, forget the big city I was trying to make it through life. I had no clue the artist lying underneath the years of business school that was festering and yearning for an identity. I had no clue.

The artist has more than arrived. They are on a new path than the one before. The path that will illuminate how the world sees black men.

Before the pandemic my mission was to provide a platform to marginalize artists, I did that. I still do that but there is now a mission amongst us. As the world changes, it is my duty as an artist to reflect those times and what they mean to me and the people who look like me.

I want the world to see black men in a new point of view. One they have not seen before, one that is more that just soft. more than sexy. more than just a safe haven, or a vice.

I want the world to understand the divineness that we are. I want other black men to see me and see how far we can go. We are the artists, the shakers, the movers and we can do it all in grace, style, love and ease. We can do it without the world making us hard but we each blow we grow wiser and softer.