Ephemerama #39

Ephemerama #39

When trying to fit in an art career that involves a fair degree of social media self promotion in the middle of a 50 hour a week work things are bound to fall through the cracks. That has been the case with this blog as of late. I meant to talk a little about the [...]

Ephemerama #36

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 [...]