Just One Time

I’m a strong advocate that it only takes one time, just one time, for someone to be influenced. Over the weekend, I sat back and realized that representation not only matters, but it’s vital. For their annual Pops is Tops! concert series, the Louis Armstrong House Museum brought out trumpet extraordinaire Alphonso Horne and his... Continue Reading →

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Is This Really Working? The Diversity Initiative

A great deal of my undergraduate career, but also postgraduate, has been about diversity. Whether it be the diversity in my career field, or the lack thereof, that’s what it’s all about. However, as I grow older and start to see how these initiatives work, or don’t, it’s becoming more stifling day by day considering... Continue Reading →

Making An Image

The photos of a group of people generally tell their storied lives, and they live on in photo albums. Much of the photographs in the Louis Armstrong House Museum archives are of the man himself, but an additional amount of photographs are of his extended family and friends. These photos, like any other documentary practice,... Continue Reading →

It Takes A Village

During undergrad, unsure of how I’d make a name on my college campus, I began writing reviews and columns about our neighboring art museum at Spelman College. After Spelman College Museum of Fine Art mounted the exhibit Maren Hassinger . . . Dreaming, which looked at the artist’s 40-year art career, I took the chance and... Continue Reading →

Upward And Onward

Often times in my curatorial practice, I’m regularly reminded that I’m a product of my own environment. Generally, the work I respond and listen to centers on questions of culture and identity, but also conceptual and visual activism. More than often, I engage the work of these artists to reimagine, ignite and shifts conversations merely... Continue Reading →

Blu Black Blur

In Little Rock, Ark., nine black students were due to desegregate Central High School in 1957, national guards lined the entrance of the school barring the Black students any hope for entry. White members of the Little Rock community openly opposed integration, blatantly harassed the nine Black students, and would chant and recite racial slurs... Continue Reading →

Soul Of A Nation

Earlier this month, I traveled to Bentonville, Arkansas with a group of emerging curators and students from the Atlanta University Center Consortium (AUC), which comprises of students from Spelman College, Clark Atlanta University, and Morehouse College. Traveling along, President Dr. Mary Schmidt-Campbell of Spelman College, joined the group considering her instrumental work as the executive... Continue Reading →

Everywhere In New York

Aside from being curatorial fellows, one of the exciting parts about the fellowship is that we get to visit and meet other exciting people working in New York. Generally, it’s someone who works at a museum or other cultural institutions, and through these encounters we get to learn how other organizations, for and non-profit, run... Continue Reading →

A New Day Shall Come

My greatest fear, still, is not becoming one of the curators I’ve read about and have met. Moreover, five months in, and several swipes of my MTA card later I’m understanding day by day that I will more than likely never be one of those curators, and that’s completely fine by me. Coming to New... Continue Reading →

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