"When I think about it from a Southern, Afro-ecological standpoint, and the idea that all life has value inherently, and has to be treated like such, I see horses as a medicine."
When we are fucking with linguistic conventions as a way to open up magic space, how can we pay homage to the folks who have long been persecuted and oppressed for fucking with language first?
What would happen if we imagined, for even one moment, that the ability of a Black person to get a full night’s rest could be the most important thing, the key to any analysis of urban surveillance?
In an exhibit now at Hales Gallery, artist Ebony G. Patterson explores the legacy of the garden as it echoes throughout the postcolony.
What I am trying to say is that Black peoples’ lungs are never just lungs. What I’m trying to say is that our lungs are burdened with the weight of the world.
Memes have become a way of marking mundane everyday moments, groundbreaking political changes, and everything in between. But beyond their immediate comic nature, memes have a complex relationship with the Black culture and bodies that they so often...
EJ Hill lays, prone, on a rectangular, wooden platform in the second-floor gallery space of The Studio Museum. The platform is at the end of a long model roller-coaster, topped with playful, beckoning lines of purple neon lights. Hill is a Resident Artist at the Studio Museum in Harlem, and “A Monumental Offering of Potential Energy” is his most recent work in a performance practice that has often focused on testing the physical and conceptual limits of the body. For the next three months, he...