Inspiration is mysterious and unpredictable; you never know when it will show up.

At a recent show, my aunt asked, why she, a black woman, isn't represented in my work more?
I understand this yearning, we all want to see ourselves represented, especially in things we consider beautiful. This is a response to that yearning, that accusation, the desire to be seen in the light of beauty. The desire to have power. And that's all it took, I felt that familiar wave of excitement as inspiration reared its head, found hiding in this simple sentence, where
am I?