Wow. I really don't know what to say.
Being in an art museum that has *any* depictions of black people is pretty rare in my experience. If we are there we tend to be the ketchup of the show, not the burger...or even the fries. Just the condiment that underscores the importance of the main dish.
Unless, of course, it is a special exhibit of some kind...(sigh...)
So here I am at the Walters and it *is* a special exhibit, but for the first time in my experience it is truly a show about me. My timeline and place in art and the world, and history. I'm surrounded by folks who could be my family, wearing things I would wear, doing things I might do, and suddenly I'm not that weird black girl who likes to pretend to be 16th century Italian. (Like *that* could have happened! ... Insert eye roll here.)
I'm that weird 20th-21st century girl who likes to investigate her cultural history. I *belong.* We really were there.
And I gotta tell you, the painting of a whole gang of Black Landsneicht is a real life changer!
And now for the lecture...
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I'm hoping to order the exhibition catalog come payday, but am so excited to hear about your response to being there.
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