If you make a mistake, then you should own that mistake.

Sometimes the art pieces I gravitate toward speak to me in terms of narrative, at other times they speak to me in terms of mood.

The friends I have, and the people whom I admire, are people who have an understanding of the conditions under which we live, and have a humanist sense of the world. If that's lacking in my understanding of a person's negotiation of the world, I can't be close with that person.

The past is a life sentence, a blunt instrument aimed at tomorrow.

One of the things that I think about is: How do you make moments that float, transparent? Moments that could just float away. How do you make a body accountable for its language, its positioning? Why not make a body accountable for its language?

People expect black women to be angry, irrationally so, without reason. They think we are animals and we go around like the Wild Things.

I am invested in keeping present the forgotten bodies.