About

In 1975, my hometown became the front line of the war in Angola. At a young age, my family and I found ourselves fleeing on foot, on a journey of almost 500 miles, through the bushes and swamps, from Luena to Zambia.  For years my family was divided, having fled in different directions. Five years later we reunited in Portugal, where I remained until relocating to New York in 1985.  In New York City, I saw—and felt—the sense of separateness that circumscribed peoples of African descent, and their struggle to reconcile their lost and often forgotten cultural heritage with geographic identity.  To help bridge that divides, I shar­e my culture my art to feed my soul and draw a personal connection between me and my ancestors.

In New York City, I saw—and felt—the sense of separateness that circumscribed peoples of African descent, and their struggle to reconcile their lost and often forgotten cultural heritage with geographic identity.  To help bridge that divide, I shar­e my culture my art to feed my soul and draw a personal connection between me and my ancestors.