We are not the images painted of us. Our beauty exists beyond expectation, beyond imagination. No two of us are the same so why are we forced into one shape, one story? Honor the warmth of our brown skin, not the shadow cast by the word black. We are not what they say we are. Our beauty cannot be simplified or contained. We are many shades, many stories, many souls yet treated as if we are one. See us. Love the richness of our brown skin, not the label placed. We are not the narrative assigned to us. Our beauty defies expectation and refuses uniformity. We do not look the same so why are we judged as though we do? Love our brown skin for its depth, its warmth, its truth…. Not the name imposed upon it.
Love the brown of our skin where sunlight lives.
-36x36
-Oil on Canvas
-Framed
- Certificate of Authenticity
We are not the images painted of us. Our beauty exists beyond expectation, beyond imagination. No two of us are the same so why are we forced into one shape, one story? Honor the warmth of our brown skin, not the shadow cast by the word black. We are not what they say we are. Our beauty cannot be simplified or contained. We are many shades, many stories, many souls yet treated as if we are one. See us. Love the richness of our brown skin, not the label placed. We are not the narrative assigned to us. Our beauty defies expectation and refuses uniformity. We do not look the same so why are we judged as though we do? Love our brown skin for its depth, its warmth, its truth…. Not the name imposed upon it.
Love the brown of our skin where sunlight lives.
-36x36
-Oil on Canvas
-Framed
- Certificate of Authenticity