Carry my mothers’ mixed temples, dipped in my Grandmothers’ plant knowledge and oral tradition I root my nomadic sensibilities in my creative practice. I move from micro to macro, from rap to clay to paint: exploring the art of freestyle. Using my obsidian tongues to shadow cast migrant muxer politiks through a de-colonial process. I stutters scar tissues, desplazamientos, retando brutalidades internas. Art of we still gente brava.