Two hundred and fifty years ago on July 4, 1776, a gathering of men came together to declare their break from a system of governance that denied the capability of the people to craft their own forms of government.

This is an origin story. What was the first artwork I ever made? It’s a piece expanding most of my life.

The words came from somewhere behind me, sharp enough to surprise, put me in a fighting stance.

I am an immigrant. I confess this as easily as I would admit to a stomachache, or a trying moment courtesy of the daily grind.