chronic hope
“My rage, like my chronic hope, is a hard-earned habit. I was raised on hope and taught to bury my rage. Later, I learned the truth: One cannot live without the other. Hope too piddles and dithers if it is not stoked by some hot need for the future to still be there for me when I’m older.”
–Nicole Clark, chronic hope
i need to feel my skin
8.5x11"
collage print on archival paper
keeping it real
8.5x11"
collage print on archival paper
oh my darling
8.5x11"
acrylic, paper, ash, glitter on canvas
