love that casts a widening pool of light,
When you have moved constantly, over decades — cities, states, countries — putting art on walls falls down the priority list.
For a combination of reasons, this year for the first time in a long time there’s more art on my walls than stored, unopened, in tubes and envelopes.
There’s some signed prints by Emory Douglas, acquired in Oakland from a gallery that no longer exists; work from Trinidadian artists and photographers like Tracey Chan, Sascha Ali, Brianna McCarthy, Gesiye; one work by David McDonough; several chaotic Rude Tales of Magic posters; Ann Friedman’s Disapproval Matrix; various letterpress prints by Sarah Matthews; Clusterfuck by Michelle Vaughan; two black and white prints by Amandla Baraka and Reese T Williams.
And not on the walls, but arrayed around, ceramic platters and bowls by Lam Thuy Vo; an obligatory Guerrilla Girls.
Further away, in Trinidad, “borrowed” by family until I can properly retrieve them, large-scale paintings by Lisa Rajkumar-Maharaj.
Trying to support the art I want to see in the world, to appreciate the people doing the work that reminds me (how to) keep going.
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Correction: fixed spelling of Guerrilla Girls
Attribution
Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself, others by first do no harm or take no more than you need. What if the mightiest word is love?Love beyond marital, filial, national,
love that casts a widening pool of light,
love with no need to pre-empt grievance.— from Praise Song for the Day by Elizabeth Alexander