I make the art I want to collect. My work lives in mixed media, collage, and text, but it moves wherever the story asks it to — into drawing and portraiture, into paint, into felt. What holds it all together is the subject: Black American life across generations — the family, the neighborhood, the body, the fashion — and the belief that ordinary moments deserve documentation and reverence. I'm drawn to materials that carry memory not only through image but through object, texture, and trace.
I write, too. The rest of how I think — the unfiltered version — lives over on Substack, where the archive spills into words. Consider this your invitation to eavesdrop.
That same instinct extends into everything Andre and I build together. As art collectors, we've built our collection, By Procope, on a single belief: that living artists working in this space deserve to be seen together rather than scattered and overlooked. We curate immersive experiences around that collection — gatherings and evenings where the work and the people who make it finally share a room, and where an evening has a way of becoming something you don't see coming.
The same care shapes the consulting work: fundraising strategy, the donor societies we build, and the campaigns that help institutions do at scale what we do at home — turning what already holds value into something the people who can protect it can't ignore. Andre is the infrastructure behind all of it, building the systems, the platforms, and the quiet architecture that keep everything standing, running, and protected.
Writing, collecting, curating, hosting, consulting, making — they're all different rooms in the same house. However you found your way in, you're in the right place. The materials change, but the instinct never does.
Andre and Nakisha Procope
