Sunday in Washington Park

Me. Arriving early to the park to play basketball, before the big guys would come and kick me off the court. I could run lay-ups, shoot around and practice without being told that girls couldn’t play. I did and I brought along my own basketball, as they slept in late on Sundays, having partied SaturdayContinue reading “Sunday in Washington Park”

Her 2

We can’t know for certain, but chances are that a little girl is watching. She’s watching her perform. Watching her actions, her mannerisms, her gestures and the company she keeps. Listening carefully to what she says. Listening for inflections and tone. Is she using her business voice? Or the relaxed voice that she uses whenContinue reading “Her 2”

Falling Fist

Domestic Violence doesn’t discriminate, it doesn’t care what race you are, doesn’t care about your age or your gender. Domestic Violence impacts us all in a myriad of ways. Recently a woman gazing at one of my ugly paintings, contacted me to say that I should paint the roles in reverse. I didn’t respond. HowContinue reading “Falling Fist”