I was sitting on a balcony watching the sun set over Brooklyn. My host’s French roommate, an aspiring cook, challenged me to make another self portrait. For four years I nurtured an idea of a self portrait.
We are reflections of the people we spend time with. All the people I’ve loved, cared for, and who have cared for me have shaped me. I am me as much as them.
Of course, I would draw a self-portrait with over 160 people’s names embedded in it. Looking back I do see a through-line of collaboration. From my exquisite corpse drawings in art school to my activism.
There are very few achievements in my life that aren’t the product of a “we”. Me in 2019 is no different. These are the people I carry with me in big and small ways. These are the people who have loved me, cared for me, hurt me, been kind to me, been angry at me.