Black Garden Epistle from Pullman

Black Garden Epistle from Pullman

Waterways. My residency has been going swimmingly (yes, pun intended) and affords me space to reflect, learn, rest, and make. Like waterways, there’s a confluence in my activity and lack thereof. There’s an emphasis on being still sometimes, flowing as I feel the urge, and moving with an urgency when it hits. In Pullman, there’s an intermingling of making and sitting and reading and exploring and wondering.



Most of all, it’s been an invitation for my collaborators to be in community with me.


Dad using a perforator to make art out of paper. There’s an emphasis on Black people just being, making art, resting, working collectively, and a commitment to Black people liberated/free enough in leisure at the Black Garden residency in Pullman. Black man’s hands exploring.

Dad using a perforator to make art out of paper. There’s an emphasis on Black people just being, making art, resting, working collectively, and a commitment to Black people liberated/free enough in leisure at the Black Garden residency in Pullman. Black woman’s hands exploring.

Dad using a perforator to make art out of paper. There’s an emphasis on Black people just being, making art, resting, working collectively, and a commitment to Black people liberated/free enough in leisure at the Black Garden residency in Pullman. Black woman’s hands exploring. My mom taking photos of our art.

Dad using a perforator to make art out of paper. There’s an emphasis on Black people just being, making art, resting, working collectively, and a commitment to Black people liberated/free enough in leisure at the Black Garden residency in Pullman. Black man’s hands exploring. Green flowers from my parents next to local ice cream to celebrate.