To Be Black and Restful on the Body of the Earth
by Amber Officer-Narvasa
Feb 14, 2022
5 minutes
Diedrick Brackens, when no softness came, 2019. Photo courtesy of Various Small Fires LA, via the Brooklyn Museum, as part of its exhibition The Slipstream: Reflection, Resilience, and Resistance in the Art of Our Time, on display until April 10, 2022.
, we looked for the tired in each other’s knees. Held it up by our fingertips, wove a bed where we might dream. When no softness came, I cried in the shower and gave my anger to the sea. I forgot I wasn’t alone until the spirit with nine hundred and sixteen selves came and goaded me into staying alive. Reclining backward on a moving horse, the figure in your tapestry looks like they’re doing an impossible thing. I recognized it as I walked through the gallery — the
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