In July of 2020, I embarked on an unplanned journey across the U.S. What you see here is a small collection of what I was privileged enough to witness along the way.



Following the tragic loss of George Floyd and Breanna Taylor, the country’s streets exploded with voices that have been silenced for far too long. Though many individual cities remarked on the power of these cries, none seemed to be announcing the true power of people so suddenly united in a way never seen before. As many Americans refused to continue turning a blind and silent eye to discrimination and police brutality, a nationwide art collective formed nearly over night. Individuals across the United States covered windows and buildings with artwork in solidarity for the Black Lives Matter movement, pouring pain, empathy, and truth into even the busiest of streets.

So, I set out in a spontaneous exploration of cities across the United States to record the voices demanding to be heard. After photographing any and all street art I passed, as well as joining any demonstrations I was able to find, I hope to share some of the lessons I carried home with you now. You may notice they are shown here in a similar raw format to how they were first witnessed, including wrinkles, warps, glue stains, and all. These moments do not have time for museum’s expectations or a perfectionist’s eye. They are made of only truth scribbled upon the sidewalk, written in blood, sweat, and tears upon plywood, and stitched together with the yearning hope for change.

Unfortunately, many of these pieces of artwork have been taken down and destroyed. Businesses have reopened, discarded the boards over their windows, repainted their walls, and returned to the status quo of daily life, once again ignoring the reality behind curtains and closed doors. This doesn’t mean it’s stopped happening.

Many the pieces shown here have already disappeared, but their cause has not.  I share this now because the movement is not over. We should not forget how quickly the American people stood together and spoke out. We must continue to care on a much deeper level than an Instagram post.  


Though this installation pales in the original power of every piece of hope and hurt shared, I hope it will allow you to consider the impact of truth and integrity.

I hope you learn and feel and grow as much as I have,

and I hope you will do something with it.



We, as a nation, have so much learning to do.

Let's start growing together.



* I have done my best to give credit to the artists responsible for their work, but inevitably, street art is mainly an anonymous endeavor and requires heightened privacy for safety and legal reasons.