From My Hands to Your Walls
I'm Robert. I grew up in Atlanta in a house full of Black women who ran everything, with jazz on in the kitchen and somebody always telling somebody else to pick up a book. That's what I paint. The women who raised me, the music that raised me, kids figuring themselves out one page at a time.
If you've been scrolling past generic "Black art" that doesn't actually look like your family, start here.
