Thoughts and Musings

I’m February 2023 I travelled to Brazil to do an artist residency and develop a personal project on "Queer black Liberation" and what those words mean to me. I had an amazing time and felt truly transformed on my return and since then I've been integrating some of my learnings, reclaiming my time and my body and allowing myself to play and create and dream. I am realizing that worth is not determined by the things I produce and because of this I have activated a new sense of purpose. I'm not entirely sure what that is yet but I'm figuring it...

My name is Adeline and I am a multi-disciplinary artist. I know that might seem obvious but it has taken me some lengths to get here, to accept that my art will come out in many different ways and that even though I can’t visually express everything I feel or want to say, this is okay. I have many tools for expression but it took others recognizing my talents and a lot of deep personal work to free myself of the notion that art should be a finished, perfect piece. I’ll get into that more later. Words are what come...

It was 2020 and the internet was crying when they started to notice that black people were dying  from violence inflicted by so called protectors in a system that was built to dismiss and neglect us. While she lay silently asleep in her bed, a black woman in Kentucky was shot in the head.  Stories like this started to flood our news feed; the face of a black man who said “I can’t breathe”. Now white people spoke of anti-blackness, like chatter. A campaign blew up, it declared “Black Lives Matter”. The conversation was so foreign it almost felt surreal...

This isn’t what I thought my life would look like at 35.  Over the last few years with horror and then amusement I’ve been watching my breasts succumb to gravity, the right one taking the lead. I’m noticing the skin on my face form new textures, the wrinkles on my forehead linger and the frown line between my eyes retain its shape. The skin on my neck is starting to loosen and the white hairs on my head continue to increase. It feels like overnight I went from being vexed about constantly being asked for ID to being excited on...

Right before I began my artist residency in Brazil, in an online article from the gallery I have some work in at the moment, I got called an activist and it really freaked me out I wrote a poem describing my feelings around the Black Lives Matter campaign blowing up in 2020 after George Floyd’s death in the states. It was a big deal for me first trying to reconcile my discomfort and confusion about who I was and where I stood and then sharing it with the world. I anticipated change, it seemed like an important step for both...