My visit today to the Baltimore Museum of Art had me up in my feels again. So much of what I saw today (and what I saw far too quickly) brought to mind some key ideas I grapple with in my present book manuscript.
Those ideas concern how the seemingly lowliest soul is fierce and able.
Whether it was a site-specific performance under a freeway paying homage to the ancestors and those still with us or a mother and daughter’s skills with textiles, what I saw brought to mind our diasporic past. And present.
I left wanting to think.
Think through it all.
Not speak. Just think.
I was initially drawn there to see Isaac Julien’s “Baltimore,” a three-panel video featuring filmmaker-theatre director-composer-visual artist legend Melvin Van Peebles’ encounters with a baaaad 70s-style sista.
They literally walked through three area museums in those three panels of video and sound.
The work was both boldly primitive and futuristic.
I feel so fortunate to have had this time to rush there from Annapolis and back on an Amtrak and a regional line. Oh, for the chance to slow down and process it all.
It is hard to translate into words the energy in this museum. One of the guards applauded its new director. The city of Baltimore in this instance has much for which to be proud.