When things are in ruin, it requires you to look harder, to see differently, to usher your vision into other realms, and access the umpteenth otherworldly senses that are deeply embedded into our very being . This work is about Black folk being one with the earth and healing ourselves; specifically how my family and other Black folk in the Deep South healed and fortified themselves in relationship with the land. This is an honoring of the earth from which I came. A ritual ceremony with this soil and its medicine - this cosmically advanced ancestral technology that I manifested thru. A tribute to the dirt that kept us and a portrait of a landscape that I know intimately.

This is an ode to her, the Red Clay.

Just as this soil that we stand on is never complete, always evolving into new forms — I wanted to create a body of work that felt unfinished, imperfect, and void of obvious context. I wanted it to be raw like the people from which I came from - radical, keen, unspoken, sacred, and sometimes perplexing. A collection of images, memories, and sound, come together to create a moving archive, an exercise with heirloom — a living, breathing, altar & urn where technology, earthwork, womb, memory, and medicine is housed. This work uncovers themes of structural ruination, decay, death, and the unresolved; an attunement necessary to regenerate space for building renewed identities and reinforcing those identities that we carry in our blood.