Identity.
I’m black and I’m white. I see myself as gold – my identity is formed more by culture than skin color.
Nakyanzi.
I just put up a canvas print by Nakyanzi, visit art flakes to order one of your own.
Pablo Neruda.
“… something kicked in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first, faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of one who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened…”
