Last spring, I was honored to be an artist in residence in the Pullman neighborhood in our beautiful city of Chicago. I initially had made plans to map the many blocks around my space as I considered the ravages of the built environment in the …
During my three-month artist residency in Pullman at the mosnart visiting artist project, I challenged myself to be leisurely in a neighborhood defined by labor. I posed questions to myself: do we value labor over leisure? Has leisure become labor? Must we produce perpetually? Do …
Sometimes we want to pack in so much goodness that we find ourselves running. We most definitely experienced that this weekend.
As we idly drank cold drinks and looked beyond the pool to the lovely lake, I thought of the historic Chowan Beach in North Carolina. Begun in the 1920s and for nearly 70 years, it was a safe and beautiful space for Black people in a world that was usually hostile to us. There, Black tourists from around the country could “fish, swim, canoe or bask in the cooling sun rays of this incomparable beach and… will find new vigor, new life.” Thank goodness for the pioneers who imagined the unimaginable!
I recently completed a three-month artist residency in the lovely Chicago neighborhood of Pullman. After considering a number of ideas of what I planned to do during my stay, I landed on contemplating the idea of leisure in area known for labor. This was not …
Our family way of life is usually quite spontaneous. Our plans will have edges that keep us together but everything in between stays loose. Who knows what you’ll see, smell, hear or taste if everything isn’t charted out?
Those who accompany us either love it or dislike it. Fortunately, our favorite travel partners have taken to it, too.
After a quick trip from the airport recently, the three of us pivoted from going for delicious Filipino food again at Kasama because we wouldn’t make it before they closed to Mexican delicacies that are bountiful in the vicinity. We feasted heartily at a delightful restaurant tucked inside a tiny grocery store. When we asked what beverage options were available with lunch, the nice woman gestured toward an entire aisle of cold drinks!
We marveled at the unusual white beans on my mom’s plate and were pleased to see them raw in bags later in the store. We enjoyed our dessert, Nutella cookies and honeybuns, in the car as we made our way home.
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 …
What is liberation? Is it lying on a beach, eyes closed, resting? There will be endless images of sunsets and lovely views but for now we’re exploring some of that Hawaiian bounty. As we enjoyed the markets, restaurants, and cafes, two thoughts kept coming to …