A year of solitude is an ongoing body of work developed during the last 12 months of quarantine in Brooklyn. The artwork is small and intimate, made of materials found and situated during street walks in my community. The work has a quiet urgency, influenced by heat maps, topographic zones, charts, the demarcations of contagion and spread, as well as the dark politics of mask-wearing. In this work, as in much of what I do, you will also find borders and boundaries, codified in redlines and markers. The textural pieces of larger wholes exude solidity, a solidity that is surface deep, like the politics of change that frequently surround our communities of color. 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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