Coffee Shop (left)

In this piece, I brought myself back to living on Kensington Avenue in Philadelphia. That place is a mad house but the people there are lovely individuals, and all the shops are owned by people that live in the neighborhood. I always wondered how they got their start. If it were easier to take out loans and pay them back, how many more shops would pop up and add value to the community?

What your community needs vs. What our community wants (right)

This piece was inspired by my time living in Point Breeze, Philadelphia. At the time gentrification was hitting this neighborhood hard. All the food spots and cool businesses and houses were being torn to shreds and replaced with crappy architecture and even crappier food options. Coffee that tastes like battery acid replaced the Vietnamese and Thai tea places I frequented. How could the neighborhood feel if the developers first asked what the community wanted

Everything wrong in our world (cover)

I always wished cops and law enforcement were actually the good guys – superheroes that patrolled the streets and brought a smile to your day because you felt safe knowing you were being watched and cared for. That isn’t the case, and while it’s easy to blame the people behind the badge, I think it goes deeper than that. I love the idea of community crisis response teams as an intervention.