What legacy do you want
to leave for eternity?

We live in a world shaped by intentions, carved out of nowhere from the apparent intention of God, rediscovered and regurgitated by the intention of man. We are propelled by our own feedback loops to chase fulfillment and stability. For many of us, it never came that easily. We begged for fulfillment, and the harvest gave us famine. We sought out stability, and the earth shook beneath our feet. Suddenly, we found that the only worlds we were in control of were the ones we created ourselves - worlds shaped by our own narratives, our own ideals, and for me, in particular, our own sounds.

Like the Tower of Babel, our collective reflection has been fragmented, and we all chase to paint our own individual pictures and seek out those who share harmonic inclinations. I don't think I can save the world as a whole, but if your world crosses my path, I hope I can give you something different you can trust in. I hope I can restore your faith in the unexpected and help you see the creativity in.

For many, after my death, when asked the question, who was he, they will respond with some of the things I've did and some of the things I've made. Perhaps they will mention song titles, and maybe even hum a melody to boost the memory of the ponderer. For those I'm closest to, my art may be a footnote that may just focus on how I made them feel, constantly joking, hitting them with a barrage of non sequiturs when I could see them having a bad day, just waiting for a smile to come through. 

When building this home, you could take from the ancient world and build it from stone. If so, it will last. Held together by fundamental practices, inherited from the shoulders of giants. Or you can look to build with modernity, with glass and steel. And draw quick attention with bright lights and screens, knowing that this house may be buried next to you. 

I like to create and share beauty and though my ego and my heart usually disagree Both long for your approval, and adoration. After I die, it will be hard for me to see this dynamic change in much. I do my best to eat right and exercise, so that when my flesh sinks back into the earth her soils say "Hmm, how delicious, period!". My closest friends and family will always claim to know the real me, more than those that just know my works, and perhaps they are right. But those who envelop themselves in my works may find a piece of me that I was scared to show to the ones too close, even myself.

I am a child of my Jamaican parents, and thus an acorn hanging from the tree of the African diaspora, period. I spent the majority of my conscious existence living in America. I have mostly only existed as an other, and perhaps that's why I've spent so much time trying to find myself, refine myself, and redefine myself, period. All in all, though, I am a group project, not just of my friends and my family, but of you too, for every influence, good or bad, has been like a puzzle piece that is connected through time, and has formed in a picture that I hope can inspire onlookers long after my flesh has turned to dust, and that dust has turned to air.