05/08/2026
“We Don’t Live There Anymore” - a story I started writing this winter on canvas and in sculpture- and started playing with in the watch face/ clock face/ photos and paint/ wall piece.
(I’d actually like to go much much bigger).
And in the last few days- some earrings if you scroll- they turned out so beautiful- and poignant.
These are stories of places and selves we no longer visit. Maybe the shame, the darkness, the things that needed to be shed to become the brighter better version of ourselves. We need to let go to grow. To find the light.
Unless you are a red state trying to take us back to the Jim Crow era- because while racism wasn’t a dark thing of the past- it’s been ever present-
now it’s crowing like a rooster.
And they are not ashamed.
It should turn their bones to glass.
In 2026.
To deny representation to their fellow man.
I wanted this piece to feel orderly- and logical- and then like it was unraveling- and finally blood.
I made this months ago -before any of the events of the past two weeks.
But I’m sharing it today. Tennessee. Alabama.
Shame
Shame
-Kerry