I've carried a message within my heart that I have hoped I would be able to express through my artwork. It took quite some time before the image began to emerge in my mind's eye. The idea evolved as I layered paper and searched for images to tell the story. This piece is holding a part of me, but also, a part of you. The story begins deep within our history. "Ancient flows of dark and light"...the color of skin. Race, "a made up label used to define and separate us". Generations of women begin to rise up from the roots that have entangled them, "Out of the huts of history's shame, I rise. Up from a past that's rooted in pain, I rise". As the next generation of mothers pray and hope for the more beautiful world that their hearts know is possible, they continue to dream for their children. "Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll Rise". The future rises up the tree, the next generation declaring, "I rise, I rise, I rise", no longer defined by skin. (Excerpts from the poem "Still I rise" by Maya Angelou.
"I Rise"- Print
Numbered, archival quality prints.