When We Get Tired of Eating Cake

We live in a capitalist society, for most of us, it is all we have ever known. As a result, the saying, money makes the world go round becomes terrifyingly accurate as we leave childhood behind and enter into adulthood. It’s no secret that most of us twenty somethings have graduated into one of the worst economies the country has ever seen, and I have frequent conversations with other creatives about how difficult it is to see others, by others I mean those who have chosen more traditional paths of occupation, transition into adulthood, by having kids, buying houses and cars, as we live paycheck to paycheck trying to get our next film made or buying brushes for a painting we hope we can sell, you get the gist. I swear this won’t be another “woe is me” millenial article. However, I just read an article on called Too Poor For Pop Culture (see below for the link), which I think everyone should read. It follows a man, a young adjunct professor, with three degrees, and his friends, all poor, some who have struggled with addiction, or the prison industrial complex, on a regular night of card playing. Its not so much what happens during the course of the night that gets you, its the backstories of these people that is truly eye opening.

It seems that the system has closed its doors, or perhaps the door was never opened in the first place. If you need any further proof that the system is fucked, I direct you to that article. It’s also telling how far removed they are from pop culture, I won’t ruin it for you, but in a world where people are struggling to survive, the everyday catchphrases society has grown to love/hate are meaningless. I’m a young woman who grew up with a very large safety net. Albeit I do complain, I know I can go off and chase my dreams (as I am currently doing) because I have family to fall back on. I am lucky and I am grateful. And after reading this article I, like many in my generation are reminded that often times an education and good intentions can not save you. As my man Capital Steez would say,

This is America. Not a miracle.

What will happen when the masses get tired of eating cake? I don’t know if we will ever see the day. After all this is the U.S. of A., and we have a penchant for sweets.

With love and light,


’93 till Infinity

Beautiful Boy

” And I quote: we came like them niggas in boats

Still think it’s a joke? Your third eye vision is broke

We lifted from smoke and floatin’, that’s how I got my aura open

Check the horoscopes, though – you could say I’m horror scopin’

You catch me floatin’ on a four leaf clover

That’s the pot of gold, so we sonnin’ ‘em like Maury Povich

We gon’ need paternity tests, I guess

‘Cause them vets ain’t learnin’ it’s step-by step

It’s Beast Coast, we the murderous set

We rain and fired, and I don’t mean the burners and teks

You gotta love it… all 47 of us

You ain’t got a number then I guess we gotta get you covered

I’m connectin’ to my brethren with the Westside Connection

‘cause he say he got the best in

We got the birds like 2-4-7, so I’mma hit you back in a second

‘Cause we already lifted ” – Capital Steez


Where do I begin? This past weekend a friend of mine, posted a status on the book of faces, about Capital Steez’s suicide last year. I heard about it through the web, but I knew nothing about Pro Era, and hadn’t really listened to their music. But for some reason, I decided to take a venture. To say I am surprised, inspired, and lifted is an understatement. I have never heard an artist make music about astral projection,s auras, chakras, and the third eye. If you don’t know what these terms mean, I suggest you google, and gain some self awareness. It’s a beautiful thing. The Pro Era crew, which includes the now deceased Capital Steez ( Jamal Dewar), are teens, young men, born in the early to mid 90s, rapping about concepts that go above the heads of most adults. In a society, and music industry that is saturated with sex, materialism, and more sex, they are not a breath of fresh air, they are a long awaited gasp of oxygen, after you’ve been submerged underwater for a decade. I am not simply tooting their horns. These young men are beyond talented, and enlightened beings, far ahead of their time. I read an article about them, that stated that they used to meditate in Prospect Park, as a group! I fell in love after that, and have been downloading and listening to their music ever since.

I became an even bigger fan after I watched the video for Capital Steez’s song 135. Capital Steez – 135 The song is a mix of an ode, lamentation, and flattery to a girl Capital Steez has been pursuing for quite some time. When you watch the video you see a hint of happiness, sadness, wisdom, love, and hopefulness in the eyes of Steez. I felt him. I don’t know how to explain it. I felt his spirit. And I cried. The only artist I ever cried over was Amy Winehouse, she helped me get through many a break up. But with this kid, it was something about his steelo that spoke to me. Ironically, it’s a name he was also referred to. I won’t go into detail about why he killed himself, the meaning of 47, and his beliefs. But I will say we lost a talented young man, whose intelligence and self awareness might have been too much for him to handle. I don’t know. One can only speculate. He was a great one, I hear it when I listen to his music, I see it when I watch his interviews. His eyes were not only beautiful but very telling, and intense. Just watch some of his videos.

When I first heard of Joey Badass and Pro Era a couple years ago, I dismissed them with the quickness, as another Hip Hop group, addicted to materialism, spouting bitch this and hoe that. Mind you, I had never listened to their music. I was just having a very internal war with Hip Hop at the time, and its degradation and blatant colorism towards women. I did myself a great disservice by judging a book by its cover, and not giving these young man a chance on my Itunes playlist. If I hadn’t been so quick to dismiss, I might have been able to catch Steez live, maybe even shake his hand. I truly hope he found whatever it was he was looking for. And a part of me thinks that he did. #93tillinfinity #resteasycapsteezy #longlivesteelo #beastcoast #proera

With love and infinite light,



Just Do It

Believe in your fucking self.

Stay up all fucking night.

Work outside your fucking habits.

Know when to fucking speak up.

Fucking collaborate.

Don’t fucking procrastinate.

Get over your fucking self.

Keep fucking learning.

Form follows fucking function.

A computer is a Lite-Brite for bad ideas.

Find fucking inspiration everywhere.

Fucking network.

Educate your fucking client.

Trust your fucking gut.

Ask for fucking help.

Make it fucking sustainable.

Question fucking everything.

Have a fucking concept.

Learn to take some fucking criticism.

Make me fucking care.

Use fucking spell check.

Do your fucking research.

Sketch more fucking ideas.

The problem contains the fucking solution.

Think about all the fucking possibilities.


“The real damage is done by those millions who want to ‘survive.’ The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.” – Sophie Scholl

Sophie with her hipster haircut.

Sophie with her hipster haircut.

Growing up I was known as a troublemaker. A child who could not be tamed, the little girl with questions and a penchant for doing things my own way. As selfish and uninhibited as I was, I always had an eye for injustice. I’ve never liked it, and have kind of made it my life’s work to speak out on it through my art. It’s a lonesome road, and ignorance truly is bliss. But we all have our crosses to bear. A couple of years ago, I watched a film on Sophie Scholl on Netflix. I had never heard of this young woman, but the synopsis sounded interesting, so I gave it a try. Needless to say after viewing the film, I was not only a fan of this woman’s certain eloquence, even while facing the guillotine, and imminent death, but by her willingness to sacrifice her freedom and ultimately her life to the causes she so believed in. I won’t ruin the movie for you. To put it simply, Sophie was the shit, and I’m surprised I never learned about her anywhere in academia. On second thought…I’m not surprised by this fact. During a time when everyone in sight was overcome with Nazi fever, Sophie and her comrades, one of which included her brother, spoke out against the Nazi party, quite vehemently, through anti war leaflets. At the age of 21, she found the strength to do what many men thrice her age could not. You won’t hear about her on the news, there are no days that I know of that commemorate her great acts of selflessness. But by writing this piece, I hope Sophie ignites a little troublemaker in you, as she has done in me.

With love and infinite light,


5 Pointz: The end of an era

Graffiti is one of the few tools you have if you have almost nothing. And even if you don’t come up with a picture to cure world poverty you can make someone smile while they’re having a piss. – Banksy

My first introduction to graffiti came rather late in life. I was in art school in Philadelphia, barely 19, and just beginning to submerge myself in the visual art scene that the city had to offer. From the gallery openings, to first fridays, to screenings and dance performances, I was happily immersing myself in it all. While shooting a short documentary on Yis Goodwin, known in the graffiti world as NoseGo, I was invited to one of his gallery openings. During the course of the afternoon, I met kids and adults, mostly graffiti artists aka writers who had dedicated their lives to the art and culture that is graffiti, a world I knew absolutely nothing about. But that day, a remarkably sunny one for the middle of fall, I was schooled on what exactly this culture was about. And I left the show that day, not only with a couple of numbers in my pocket (LOL), but also with the belief that there is something inherently therapeutic about being able to leave your moniker for the world to see. There’s something about being remembered. Being able to live on through something you created that is healing. At least that was what was expressed to me that day.

I never got to visit 5 Pointz. But I empathized greatly with the artists who were protesting and rallying against it’s destruction. Recently, in the middle of the night, 5 Pointz was painted stark white, in preparation of its demolition, in an attempt to make way for a new high rise apartment complex. As if the city needs any more, but that’s a story for a different day. Many believe the building owners Jerry and David Wolkoff have every right to do what they want with the building they own. However, I think the end of 5 Pointz speaks to a troubling trend for artists everywhere, especially those of us living in NYC. With each passing year, NYC becomes increasingly expensive, forcing artists to move to friendlier and more financially feasible waters.  It’s as if NYC is no longer an artist friendly city. Artists are the fabric of this city. We make it what it is. Why do you think everyone is following us into Brooklyn? To put it simply, we are what’s happening. The fact that this historic landmark is being demolished, in order to build more apartment complexes astounds me. Might be a smart move financially for the Wolkoffs, but for the overall culture of NYC, not so much.

With all that said, as I look at the pictures posted here of what 5 Pointz has become. I can’t help but quote Min One, from one of my favorite films Style Wars:

That’s some never forgive action!

It might be an end of an era for many. But if 5 Pointz teaches us anything, let it teach us to never be afraid. To scale the highest building, arrogantly spray our name onto it for all the world to see, and to smile proudly as we pass by it on the 7 train. Because in the end when it’s all send and done, the building will crumble, or someone might paint it white in the dead of night, erasing our name forever. But the act of doing is all that matters. They can keep the rest.

With Love and Infinite Light,


Before the wrecking ball

Before the wrecking ball



New view from the 7 train

New view from the 7 train