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They say life imitates art and art imitates life. Moments where you hold your only breath and life sits still. What you watch, watching you right back. What makes you smile or laugh. What hurts you or breaks you apart. What holds space in your mind, that's Art.

As an artist in the world, we’re one of many. One reflection looking into another. As an incarcerated artist, we’re privileged with time, planting ourselves right where we are, in a cage behind bars and razor wire, gates that never open, renting space everyday. Time is money. Art is powerful.

Creating space everyday to bleed into the world. Saying so much without saying anything.

Every aspect of this world is art. Entertainment, culture, literature, history, reflections, social media, the world… The world reflecting one to another. We are mirrors. Our art is an invitation to explore our own call to whatever holds space, possibly reflect on something looking back from your own eyes looking in.

We love art, everything about it. Saying nothing so loud that its silent. I'm a reflection in this world, leaving space between words I'll never say.

Bloodeerfly / 2026 / Pencil, gel pen, and marker on paper / 11" x 8.5”

A blue and black butterfly on a golden yellow background with blood splatters and drips. The butterfly’s left wings have striped markings while the butterfly’s right wings have repeating iterations of 789, the artist's signature.

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