On my quest in becoming a better person (or rather a better woman, or even more specifically a better black woman) I’ve found that the ridiculous expectations and standards placed on women are just that, ridiculous-and that I have to do better and stop constantly placing them on other women. This is nothing new for me, I’ve been working on this for years. Yes, YEARS. Because unlearning a lifetime of terrible behavior is difficult in a society that is so embedded with these things. Difficult- yes, impossible-no.
Nestled in an obscure corner, hidden in the heart of Atlanta is 787 Windsor St. The venue, a former steam boiler manufacturing facility has been reclaimed and turned into a beautiful collection of pipes, metal, concrete, artwork and life. This year the venue was the location of Afropunk’s Carnival of Consciousness in Atlanta.
Because the universe is so expansive and our minds are so vast, we’ve found a multitude of ways to express the ever changing range of emotions that is every human being.
I’ve found that sometimes writing a long essay to express something doesn’t always work for me, that maybe a short poem or a Haiku is a better way to articulate my feelings. I’ve never been able to sing, but certain musicians have the ability to relay my feelings into song in a way I’d never be able to. And that’s a real tragedy, because I think I’d make an excellent song writer.
But there are people who can pick up a variety of tools to express their feelings. Actors who can also paint. Singers who write poetry ( which is basically song writing depending on the artist). Dancers who double as photographers. And so on and so forth.
My point is, intersections exist and should be celebrated. Not solely in the arts but in every aspect of life. Creatives should be encouraged to draw upon inspiration from any and everything and transfer their response to whichever medium they find most appropriate.
The world is so large and so diverse; why shouldn’t we allow our minds and our work to be just as interesting.
I’ll go weeks and weeks without buying anything new or changing the way I wear my clothes. After a while, this becomes ridiculously uninspiring and I try to stay indoors to avoid going out in an outfit I don’t like.