This body of work intends to explore the relativity of freedom and my perception of it.
My inspiration came for this work when I was approached by a gallery to do a curatorial show commemorating “Juneteenth”, an American holiday that celebrates the June 19, 1865 announcement of the abolition of slavery in Texas. Personally, I’ve always wondered how it got to be a celebration considering Abraham Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation 2.5 years prior on January 1, 1863. I refused to do a Juneteenth show but I did consent to doing a show that would explore the relativity of freedom as it relates to human beings. I started to wonder how I would feel if I found out that I was free 2.5 years after everyone else had been notified? How would I even know what it means to be free if I was born a slave? What is my perception of freedom today? There is so much to explore as it relates to the obscure absoluteness of freedom. Can we ever truly be free or is relative freedom all we can ever really hope for?