H O M E G O I N G

Good fiction always leaves me a bit bruised. I start every novel completely steady and mostly sane. I'm never expecting to be completely undone, but lately it keeps happening. 

First, Ruby.
Then, Homegoing.

When the fiction is good it leaves me split open, vulnerable and ripe for art making. That's exactly what happened this past December and early January when I painted myself into a frenzy after reading Yaa Gyasi's Homegoing. Five new paintings in an unexpected color palette happened! Take a look. Let me know what you think.