

It All Began With Chicory
I do not like to explain my work. Call it shyness or not wanting to appear vain or not wanting to come off as an obnoxious artist going around being too deep about their work. But this one, this one I'd like to talk about a little because today my country is causing me to wax nostalgic. I was a little girl, around 12 years old, when my friend, Tamara's, mom drove me home to my mom's house in Joppatowne. When almost there, she pulled over to the side of Trimble Road. She did n