Art is…
I began consciously curating and buying art at the start of the pandemic. I, like many others, was spending the majority of my time at home and needed my space to reflect more of my personality and style— it needed more me. I said, “well, if I have to stay inside, I’m damn sure gonna have some pretty things to look at.” This was me convincing myself to spend money on things other than bills. Art became my way of combating the world. It became my weapon and my shield; my refuge and peace. Art, in all its forms, became my rebellion. (Dua Lipa’s Swan Song comes to mind here.)
When the protests began, I dove deeper: Sharing more and more beautiful Black art on my Instagram, creating this site, and making a conscious effort to fill white spaces on my walls with Blackness. I wanted art to be a part of my daily life. I needed to be surrounded by it; enveloped in it. Now, as I walk through my apartment, I have a few more reasons to smile in a world where smiles can often seem to be in short supply.
Here’s to adding many, many more…
