MONDAY NIGHT
Media: Photo documentation of performance
Year: 2012

My obsession with blondeness continues, but since I won’t risk my lovely Afro with peroxide, I thought I’d experiment with performers as proxy. I think of this performance as an absurd public service...

Title: Vortex
Media: Inkjet print on spray-painted paper
Year: 2011

When I have access to a television I love watching the drama of Monday Night Football. And when I don’t catch the televised coverage I review the weekly photographs on NFL.com. What I found curious...

Like a Girl Being Pretty, No.1
Wooden scrub brush modified with synthetic hair
2011

Even as my performance practice evolves, I find that enjoy the making of objects, especially when they serve as a mechanism for action. Like a Girl Being Pretty...

I went to the Whitney Museum of Art to partake in one of their latest offerings, Blues For Smoke, a saucy gumbo of Walker, Hammons, Whitten, O'Grady, among many others. The exhibition serves a mostly-brown stew, bubbling over with work tucked into nearly every corner, belying the "state...

I love some 'ignorant ass music.' A term of endearment, 'ignorant ass music,' or I-AM, is a rallying cry. A chest thumping exercise that requires no actual chest thumping -- a logistical issue for some -- needing only, the thump...

Title: Blonde Anemone
Media: Plastic combs, nuts, bolts, cable ties, nylon crochet thread, and synthetic hair
Year: 2010

I consider blondness as material for a kind of sympathetic magic, an incantation of a commoditized standard of beauty. Blonde Anemone is an example of...

Counting myself among the $15,011,121 dollars that saw Django Unchained on its opening Weekday, I was blown away by a renewed sense of movie-going. Even with paying the dreaded regular ticket price (no student discounts on this go 'round), I was more than satisfied by 168 minutes of...

I suppose it happens to anyone attempting to have a more thoughtful relationship with fine art. It's a kind of rite-of-passage discovery that serves as a touchstone for deeper dialogues. It's the moment when you realize the secular geometry of the rectangle....

E'rybody in the Othered Art World is harrumphing over the review of "Now Dig This" in the New York Times. Asses firmly on...

Because I am a snazzy dresser, and err on the side of volume when constructing my coiffures, I tend to attract amazing cocktail conversations. This is helpful, especially since these rapid dialogues often secure a studio visit or an invitation to the next cocktail party. One's ability to...

During a recent artist talk, Andrea Fraser introduced a well-timed, and tearful, exploration of shame -- an emotion she associates with her complicated (and infamous) video performance piece, "Untitled." These tears triggered an overwhelming sense of déjà vu as I realized that whitewomencrying is an undeniable...

Wednesday morning I received a text from my friend and frequent collaborator, Michael Paul Britto bearing the sudden news of Don Cornelius' death by apparent suicide. It's been a season of these transitions for me personally, starting in September with my mother's passing and culminating most recently in...

The recent firestorm regarding Beyonce's promotional imagery leaves me baffled. The entire hubbub about Mrs. Knowles-Carter and her whitetification seems misplaced, especially in the Post Michael Jackson Era. It's apparent that Queen B has rigorously studied MJ's rules of pop super status to...