It bothered me that my mother was crying all the time. She thought God might be punishing her for something... So I just told her I was happy to be blind and I think she felt better after that.

I see God through my children. I speak to God through my children. I am humbled for the blessings He has given me.

Art keeps me alive. I've obviously been devastated or heartbroken all my life, since my mother's death.

God gives us things to share, God doesn't give us things to hold.

My mother would kill me if I posed nude! My mother raised me with certain standards.

My mother was a woman. A black woman. A single mother. Raising two kids on her own. So she was dark skinned. Had short hair. Got no love from nobody except for a group called the Black Panthers. So that's why she was a Black Panther.