Currently on display at Brooklyn Creative League. . The aspirational images of flight advertisement, particularly found in vintage posters, are a main source of inspiration in my interest for one’s ability to travel the world. Nowadays, social media is also a strong platform to advertise how seemingly easy it is to hop on a plane, and experience an ‘other’ culture. In my own travel freedom and limitations, I care a lot about who can truly enjoy this privilege. It becomes clear when terms like ‘migration’ and ‘immigration’ are used to describe the process. #whatsyourpassport#whatsyourfreedom
Boat People (2003) by Yolette Hazel, one of my first art teachers. . Growing up in Port-au-Prince it always felt like people drank a colorful potion of lord knows what. . Yolette stripped down the colors and helped me see truth... Featuring the Statue of Liberty 🗽[...] . #dreamsofaliving
Hand on your heart . 07/22/18 (sold) Loved that my work captured the buyer’s attention upon his visit at Brooklyn Creative League prior to my show’s opening reception. It sparked his curiosity to see more and settle on this piece. Also an artist, flattered that it’s now part of his collection.
“Float II” was on display at Barney Savage Gallery this past month. - This drawing comes from my personal experience navigating what it means to grow up with parents who have always encouraged me to follow an artistic career by first and foremost introducing me to Haitian art teachers (from the most modest to the better-known). And then, what it also means to pursuing and education in a country where being a ‘global citizen’ equated to attending institutions where you had to actively seek representation of non-western/non-white art to hopefully carry a conversation/practice you know has value, to a higher-education level. . This drawing pays hommage to my most modest teachers in Haiti, the constant art I saw lined on the streets and inspired by the Saint-Soleil movement. . I was lucky to take classes from Tiga, the founder of this movement. As I went to sleep at night during my first year of art school in the US... and particularly during an intensive self-portraiture class- couldn’t help but think about those Saint-Soleil spirits lurking, wondering when I’d wake up.
The very last of my limited edition of “Peekaboo” will be auctioned off tomorrow during a fundraiser supporting the great work at the Haitian Education Leadership Program ( @uhelpnet ) an organization providing scholarships to university-level students in Port-au-Prince. I have met and worked with a few of the scholars via their various events and the Architectural Association bamboo workshops which I assisted as a tutor. I am a big cheerleader for how hardworking they are.
Black Eye. 2017 . Mtande di nou se poto mitan ... . “What’s going on here? What’s wrong?” “Anyen non” . My sister noted the license plate and came back home. We all heard the yelling and our neighbors called out to us to respond to it. . “The car pulled away but I think the guy saw that I glanced at his license plate. The woman just looked down at her lap” . . I wonder if the cops ever followed up on the call. . . Souvenirs d’une ville qui n’existe pas . . #selfandthem#domesticviolence .