Whenever granted the opportunity and privilege to create, I always ask myself first, “Why should I take on this project? How will it nurture and edify me? And, how can it nurture and edify those who share in it?” And, I receive many different answers. Therefore, it is anticipated and always a blessing to be able to partake in works of art that feed the mind, heart, and soul. This piece has allowed me and a few other wonderful women to come together in love, courage, and creativity for the last few days. It is an honor to share in this beautiful and lyrically rich love letter from a Black woman to those before and after her.
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There has been so much being said about the Black Panther film since the first trailer released. And, from that moment up until now, I have not wanted to say too much, aside from my bursts of excitement here and there, and discussions with loved ones. Part of it being my natural want to observe more than I speak, feeling like the film’s significance needs no explanation, and wanting to see the film before giving a full opinion. And, even now, after having seen and processed it, I still feel like this film’s significance needs no explanation. All I want to say is that it was appreciated and nicely done. Its writing, production, cinematography, directing, costuming, wardrobe, and overall attention to detail, was nicely done. Its attention to culture, from the scarification markings to the Xhosa, was appreciated. And, it does mean a lot. To the hopeful masses of youth going out to see it. To older folks who did not see this type of representation and celebration of people who look like them on screen as a child. To artists of the industry who are and have been praying for this shift of representation and opportunity happening. It does mean a lot. The entertainment industry has proven to have great influence and impact on society. And, I just pray we as artists and non-artists alike continue to use and contribute to that impact how we can and choose to for the greatest good.
I let my mind get the best of me yesterday. I questioned what is going on with the world, and if we will ever reach the mountaintop of living in this world how it was intended. I questioned if I am doing enough to contribute to getting there, and how sometimes, I don’t even know what should or could be done to achieve some of this much needed change. I thought about the parents who see their children off to their day, only to lose them. And, how that happens far too often, day in and day out, be it in a school or while these children are a block away from their homes. I questioned whether having children is something that I can truly even bear, knowing this sad reality that sometimes, no matter how much love, support, and teaching they receive at home, their government and outside world may fail them. As an artist, I questioned whether or not I will be able to maintain it all, striving to make a full living with my art form, and how there is no plan b here. And, then I thought about all the things that are not yet how I want them to be. Then, I went to sleep in prayer. I woke up today. And, I chose to continue on in faith, love, and care. And, I questioned whether or not to even share this, because there is so much more going on that deserves and requires our attention. But, then I thought, sometimes, the reminder and support to find a way to heal and go on is needed. And, that is the point.
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