I made these pieces of myself during a tough transitional time. I’ve struggled with “imposter syndrome” all my life, feeling like I’m not good enough to make art, I’m not Black enough or that I don’t fit in. In the years of learning and loving my ever changing self, I’ve discovered the root of imposter syndrome: white supremacy. In reality, there are no rules in how I should live my life. Everyday I am unlearning to uphold myself to a certain standard that this white-centered world. Life is about play and exploration. My very existence is art in itself. Below are 2 self portraits of myself, and 1 of my childhood best friend of over a decade.