1 of 6 from the series, “We Been Haloed Since Birth”
24 × 36
We Been Haloed Since Birth speaks of Black Men as constellations—burning bright, gone too soon, leaving silence where laughter should be.
My images dwell where halos tremble, where grief and light entwine, and where statistics cannot define our divinity.
This is a hymn for those gone too soon, and a ledger of our incredible halo, for we have been haloed since birth.
1 of 6 from the series, “We Been Haloed Since Birth”
24 × 36
We Been Haloed Since Birth speaks of Black Men as constellations—burning bright, gone too soon, leaving silence where laughter should be.
My images dwell where halos tremble, where grief and light entwine, and where statistics cannot define our divinity.
This is a hymn for those gone too soon, and a ledger of our incredible halo, for we have been haloed since birth.
All proceeds go towards Rich’s Education at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago
