About the Artist
I grew up traveling — Living in Turkey, Switzerland, Hong Kong, Singapore, New York City, Paris, India, and now, London. By any standard, I have been afforded an extremely privileged life. Although, I did not always view my dad’s success as the gift that everyone has envied us and used us for. Rather, I felt angry at these people. The ones that wined and dined with us endlessly, in honour of my dad’s fight, more than they ever cared to fight for their own. For many years, I felt it safer to exonerate myself altogether. This is when I first began to write the words no one else would dare say. The first time I would be able to speak and hear words I trusted. In my experience, assets that depreciate, be it money, beauty, or fame; They never offer the same returns, as the ones that we earn. That is why all my dad’s friends miss our homes — more than my dad.
After studying pre-law, criminology, business management, mid-evil philosophy, African-American literature and education, I could not bring myself to be a prosecutor after all. Perhaps I needed to fight for my truth, more than anyone else’s. -- Alex Steiner