When entering University, I knew deep within I was lost as well that the answers were somewhere, I needed art, to explain chaos, and Africa to explain why life was so miserable. I studied fine art and African American Political Science. After receiving a glimpse of the ongoing war against people of African Descent everywhere, I turned from institutions, and went to the spiritual. Art came with InI as well as the lessons I had learned from various teachers. One of those teachers was able to break my mental box, and challenge everything I had ever thought about art, and how it relates to life and the spiritual/natural challenges that await us off the canvas.   I walked into the mindstate that I was taught through art teachers, which was simply let go... that everything can be made into art, it is about the mind being open to seeing what is presented.

Instead of planning out a painting, or making something the way I wanted, a dialogue was created between art, and life, together with my own vision. Things rarely turned out the way I expected and neither did the art. In 1999, I let go and began to learn how much I didn't know. I quit school, and left all possessions other than an art pad and blindly followed the pursuit of knowing Jah. I had heard of Rastafari and was pulled by the Holy Spirit to learn about The Ethiopian Emperor. Seeking for 5 years until I had become firm and sure within myself, InI knew that His Imperial Majesty is indeed worthy to be praised. Within that time is when the art became Afro-centered and focused on H.I.M. In that time, I had been reborn, and was now a man child, rather than a childish man...