I keep returning to the images of outstretched hands reaching for something that I’ve imagined to be forgotten. I reached for a sense of belonging to a timeless space that was greater than myself and growing up the only words taught came from a god with skin unfamiliar to me. Being raised Black in rural Nebraska I had no traditions to return to thus creating these images became a way of forming my own language as a means to reach within and find truth.I spoke to my real self. Ever since then, I’ve only been speaking to myself. I speak to myself when I speak to others as much as I do when I am alone. In this quiet I’m left with a feeling of an eternal existence in space that surpasses time, materializing the moments of time between moments of time, and the balance connecting deep pain and extreme bliss. Transforming into the divine, I am omnipresent and make every place my home, I become god in this space: the pause between the clap. This project is documentation of that search; it’s the moments of finding beauty, it’s the times I’ve failed, it’s me reaching for a God and finding them within, and it’s the conversations with myself when I’m real.