About The Project
September 2, 2017: A little boy was writing at a chalkboard. He had an afro and his back was turned toward me. When he touched the chalk to the chalkboard, it turned into a shining gold light, and he dissolved into a million golden lines, all shining brilliantly. Same night, I was rearranging the butterflies on the scarf that hangs in my room. I moved most of them down to the bottom and talked about the death of bees. It was a presentation for an art class.