My first art gallery opened in a warehouse in Detroit- 2015
🎨 i can remember spending hours in the gallery… getting lost in stories by the wandering souls who dropped in
Hosting music venues on weekends & monthly block parties in the parking lot…all while changing the energy of the bad ownership by shining light on the dreams that came from my space.
This was also during moments when i was in physical therapy..learning how to stand strong and proud; holding myself to the highest levels of happiness
I remember changing while growing with my art community; whom later became my family looking out for me.
Surround yourself with people who love what you’re doing… and you’ll never feel alone.
I miss the days when… you could find me in the warehouse