Much like the Sankofa tattoo I got on my inner left bicep in a particular moment of auntie lucidity the idea of looking behind to see what you may have dropped feels permanent. Vacillating between hyper sentimental but strategically generalized reflection and a very deep, specific longing for the Magic Johnson’s T.G.I. Fridays in Ladera Heights, seems you’ll always wonder whether or not your dreams really were your ticket out. 

In this installment of Women On The Edge, you’ll see work that focuses on the feelings behind being unequivocally lost at sea. 

May 30th