Category: Ephemerama

  • Ephemerama #37

    Its been again another long spell since I’ve felt like blogging. The late winter and spring have been challenging with a sad slow-motion train wreck of a break-up and considerable work stress from my several jobs; but I’m emerging from all that ‘real living’ a little wiser and newly reflective. About two months I had…

  • Ephemerama #36

    “I did not know if I could make this painting, ethically or emotionally,… I don’t know what it is like to be black in America. But I do know what it is like to be a mother. Emmett was Mamie Till’s only son. I thought about the possibility of painting it only after listening to…