The channel “
Culture” is a space I’ve cultivated over the past few years in an attempt to conceptualize a home for myself. Culture by definition is contingent on its belonging to more than one person. Yet for me, I was trying to localize what culture means on an individual level. I avoid the word intersection when diagnosing my cultural identities because I lie in the in-between. I sit at the in-betweens of Jamaican-immigrant and Black-American culture. I ebb and flow along the spectrum of these two vibrant and distinct identities and along this expansive spectrum is where I search for my version of culture. This channel consists of nostalgia, aesthetics, sweat, funk, sex, smut, scum, fucking, loving, dancing, dubbing, rubbing, bumping, grinding, shooting, dreaming, living, and dying — in effect — culture.