Josie Love Roebuck  

I created a series of smaller, painted self-portraits entitled; I Am Biracial. Along with my continuous search for my racial identity,...

Throughout He Is Biracial, Roebuck has sewn three portraits that depict three different ages (Middle School, High School, and College),...

Rise is calling to human beings to acknowledge the excluded and ignored and bringing to light how we are living in a pronounced racially...

This piece is specifically about my mother’s and I’s relationship and how she has always taken care of my hair. More specifically, how...

Still We Rise is a larger-than-life textile featuring four portraits of my grandmother, myself, my birth mother, and my adoptive mother....

We Are Blood I, is a wood cutout featuring the artist as a child and her 3 older siblings. This piece is inspired by a poem entitled By...

This piece depicts the artist and her younger brother, specifically examining their racial impostor syndrome as biracial siblings adopted...

Have you ever felt enough? I mean deep within Your bones That you Belonged That you Were worthy That you Were Enough A...

This series specifically examines how the artist has been piecing together her racial wholeness. Through exploring her racial impostor...

I have been told I am all white I have been told That I needed to change I have been told That I have been searching for connection A...

The Blossom series delves into the challenges faced by the artist, who identifies as biracial, as well as her healing process as a...

The Blossom series delves into the challenges faced by the artist, who identifies as biracial, as well as her healing process as a...

One must not wither But Decide to Blossom To embrace All of Yourself The shattered The whole Stitched back together

One must not wither But Decide to Blossom To embrace All of Yourself The shattered The whole Stitched back together

Have you ever felt like an outsider? That you didn’t belong Or maybe You were denied That constant Reminder An outsider That wasn’t...

I have been Searching And searching For any sign Even a glance Of how How a voice could Sound white Is there even such a thing I want to...

A Tapestry of Difficulties My hair caught on fire By a candle the Height Of a child A society where you Are Forced to decide My older...

You say I am all white But how can I be all white? I am 30% Nigerian You say my voice sounds white But how does a voice sound white? I am...

The Lingering Sound of Your Voice Imprinted on the eight-yr-old Like a Leaf Cast Within a Rock Never to be Escaped Always Haunting Always...

There is an emptiness Festering within The feeling of Authenticity and Belonging Have vanished The sense of Identity is lost They...