What’s My Race?

The above chart represents my DNA makeup, according to the DNA test I had done. Understand that all of my life, I was told I was Black (and other representations thereof) despite having promoted myself from Black to Human in my 30s. As a child, I was sometimes told I wasn’t “black enough” because I…

Art Confessions

I had a dear, sweet friend ask me the other day why this blog looks like “articles.” It was an excellent question, as I originally set it up to capture my random thoughts and never cared if anyone but my closest friends read it. It’s evolved to being about art, or rather, my take on…

No Más

  While I’m busy cleaning up loose ends and failed endeavors, I’ve decided to withdraw all of my books from publication, effective immediately. I’m tired of swimming upstream against a tide of indifference. I’ve gotten a few rejects from agents, but that’s not the reason. I honestly don’t give a damn what an agent thinks.…

The Only Way Home

 5/21/2010 I was never an artist. Not I, no sir. I was too busy being an obedient sycophant in pursuit of the American dream that my handlers convinced me was my own. When my childish heart beat a syncopated timpani to the strokes of my pen, I did not sing its foolish rhythm. While wanton…