Wanderlust:

From Prague to Belgrade

When my Grandmom (aka GMoney) made her grand farewell, I was lost,
broken, and ravished with grief, but a bit wealthier all the same. I packed
my bags, looking for peace. I took G’s gold (and a stuffed alligator) to
Prague, Budapest and Belgrade. What I saw was beautiful and unfamiliar.
The Romanesque architecture was every bit as inspiring as the rattle can
graffiti. I spent the weeks observing, crying and smiling. Even if just for a
moment, I found peace in hills of Prague. She never would have understood
why I picked Budapest, but she would have waited for my phone call from
the airport and delighted in my stories. We are different in that way. She
never had a passport and I’ve never been able to sit still. But I hope to love
as fiercely as she taught me was possible.

In the following year, I painted my observations. This is a show about
wandering, loving and longing.