Description:

Pandemic Diary Collection. Acrylic and collage on paper. Black blues fall on deaf ears. Black people once considered to be a fraction of a person, believed to not feel pain. Our sadness often seen as madness. Bruised by life. Black history, past & present poses a threat to the guilty. Black life matters only for a moment, better if erased. Like a bruise our pain is visible but our numbness to the hate, protects us from the depths of its pain.