Malika Los Angeles, CA Our daughter began to draw what she saw in the world very early. She wakes up from vivid dreams, grabs a sheet of paper and illustrates the thunder and lightning, fairies and wizards, monsters and princesses from her nighttime imagination. Having grown up in America as a woman of African ancestry, so much of my life has been defined by race. I wanted my daughter, who is bi-racial (black&white) to determine for herself who she is and what she’ll become. It tickles me to see her self-portraits of a brave, dark-skinned girl with brown curly hair that falls off the paper’s edge.

Malika Los Angeles, CA Our daughter began to draw what she saw in the world very early. She wakes up from vivid dreams, grabs a sheet of paper and illustrates the thunder and lightning, fairies and wizards, monsters and princesses from her nighttime imagination. Having grown up in America as a woman of African ancestry, so much of my life has been defined by race. I wanted my daughter, who is bi-racial (black&white) to determine for herself who she is and what she’ll become. It tickles me to see her self-portraits of a brave, dark-skinned girl with brown curly hair that falls off the paper’s edge.

Malika Los Angeles, CA Our daughter began to draw what she saw in the world very early. She wakes up from vivid dreams, grabs a sheet of paper and illustrates the thunder and lightning, fairies and wizards, monsters and princesses from her nighttime imagination. Having grown up in America as a woman of African ancestry, so much of my life has been defined by race. I wanted my daughter, who is bi-racial (black&white) to determine for herself who she is and what she’ll become. It tickles me to see her self-portraits of a brave, dark-skinned girl with brown curly hair that falls off the paper’s edge.