Bless the Messy

I guess it's a blessing to have never really experienced grief like this...Tuesday night surrounded by all his girls, my papa's being left his earthly body.

I was 16 when my nana and papa let me move in and I lived there until I was 24 and it single handedly changed the trajectory of my life.

Parental love can come from so many places, I'm so lucky to have someone who always made room for us. 💚

Finding my feet again. 🌸🌾🌼🌷
Making art again y'all. I have been really trying to hold space for grief and also feeling like maybe I had to let go of a version of my art that wasn't fully me anymore and lean into who I am now and what I want to share with the world. I do think it's really hard when you come up in online spaces to remember your art is for you before anyone else. Before I had a "platform" I never once considered what other people thought about what I made, I just made it. But when you become perceived in a certain era of your art you feel tethered to it in some ways and it can almost become a glass box. You can see out and people can see in but you only have what you have inside the box. I was an artist long before Instagram existed and will be one long after and I have to let myself be free to change artistically even if that means maybe some people are less connected to it, because it might find new people who need it.
Sorry for the millennial caption rant.
xoxo ja