22 years of networking. 1 moment of reckoning. Read carefully.

Some say the dead rise again.But not to heal—just to coach.

 In case you didn’t mean to help make me poor…

To Whomever It May Concern

They say when a seed disappears into the dirt, it’s either forgotten… or growing.

Since 2002, I’ve planted more than art. I planted truth—some of it painful, all of it deliberate. You may have crossed paths with me in a gallery, a studio, a stairwell, or a panel talk. Maybe you nodded. Maybe you critiqued. Maybe you ghosted.

No judgment. But now: the art has receipts.Not for vengeance—but for memory.

I’m launching a collection that pairs Leo Tolstoy’s searing truths on poverty with my own 21st-century potshots—quips, comics, and visual riddles shaped by 22 years of artistic exile and raw brilliance.

Some of you stood by. Some stood in the way. Some simply stood silent.

This is your cue to not miss the last act.📲 Follow the this search link

Dive into what you didn’t say—but might still support.

If you’ve ever wondered what became of that artist you met back then…I’m still here. But with sharper tools.

Warmest (and realest),

Tufani Mayfield

Artist | Satirist | Chronicler of False Amnesia

Make Amends / Fund Forward