A proverb that wasn't everyone's truth. A phrase that we recited to ourselves whenever there was breaking news of a former classmate being assassinated, or the moment we walk across the stage the day for commencement to receive our degree.
But how do we express this idea? How do we restructure it into a belief system? And as the questions continued to unfold, the only idea that came to mind was creating art.

Two years after capturing these stills, the concept began to come to life when I heard a lie that struck something inside of me; "There is no place for art in the ghetto." We used this word often based off the the activities happening around us and the perception formulated by the media, but we yearned for a new concept, a new perception.






A true version of our artistic selves.
