Holding Space for Beauty and Blackness
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The triptych on the far wall features three pieces, entitled Acknowledging the past, A confrontation of the present, and Imagining the future. Looking more closely at the triptych by Isabel Okoro, I realize the way Black people are holding each other – not intimately with fingers interlaced, but by the wrist, as if both, ornamental as a bracelet and gripping like a cuff. I ask curator, Liz Ikiriko, about this and she explains that Okoro’s intention is to “reflect a sense of care; a certain sense of intimacy but that there is struggle within that. That utopia is still messy.” I understand immediately and feel the responsibility of community. My gaze is pulled into focus, realizing the apples atop the Black heads as both targets and symbols of hospitality in institutions of Western education. The Black power presence that stands sturdily behind the seated “students” reminds me of my own thesis work as an undergrad, where I challenge the teaching that “privilege is an invisible backpack1White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Backpack. MacIntosh, Peggy. 2003. Peace and Freedom Magazine.” and instead position it as an unvisible weapon2Ghostly Matters: Haunting and the Sociological Imagination, Gordon, Avery. 1996. University of Minnesota Press.. As Avery Gordon explains about the ever-presence of Black people, so present that there must be a mechanism to explain how we – and all of our contributions – are somehow overlooked: “hyper- visibility is a persistent alibi for the mechanisms that render one unvisible.”
It is always there, and so becomes a sonder, unable to be fully seen. As I look to the multiple images presented by Isabel Okoro, I focus on the dark skinned figure holding a defiant “Black power” fist in several of the frames. Because of their repeating portrayal, it would be easy to skip past their significance to focus on what new information this next image is portraying. But I know better. They are always there to render permanent that they have always been here and will be present in the next image as well; a haunting, a promise, and a comfort.
I begin to think about questions that occupy me as an abolitionist today, including if Black people can ever have a relationship to Nature and Land that is truly free. Questions about food sovereignty on Indigenous land, ecocide, and the post-humanist dreams of technocrats propel me into thoughts about our futurity. I realize that Okoro’s photographs are taken in Scarborough and Lagos. They amplify her similar occupation with how Black people might materially re-connect to the lands that nurture us. Liz offers her understanding of the term “landscape” being “a colonial construct,” when thinking about Black people being in Nature as a:
“continual impossible possibility to extract ourselves from a form of capitalist patriarchal system that has been dominating our lives for so long, and that the practice, the act of continually proposing what it looks like for us to embody natural spaces and for these propositions to continue to ask ‘can we be natural,’ ‘can you see us as natural, ‘can we see ourselves as natural,’ ‘can we connect to these places,’ and I know that that’s something that’s important to Isabel and it’s important to me in terms of thinking about the fact that there are no places that I think of as being uninhabitable or disconnected from Black people.”
I think of my own phenomenological practice, the art I create from my experiences in urban spaces, and fall back in love with McKittrick’s edict that “As a way to emphasize that the lesson is not to make and therefore stabilize space, but instead to continually theorize place as relation, and recognize that the work of theorizing is in itself how Black geographies are lived and expressed. This is for me what Black cities make possible: urban worlds unhinged from the coloniality of place, and comprised of secrets, and narratives, and stories, and songs that are sites of learning.”3"Dr. Katherine McKittrick’s: Living Just Enough for the City/ Volume VI/ Black Methodology." 2019.
The way Isabel double and triple exposes her photographs, confronting her audience with the presence of diaspora, and showing Black people in nature grounds the question, is freedom ever simple, to which Liz coolly replies “Yeah, I don’t think it’s easy, but I think it’s simple.”
As patrons enter or exit Gallery 44, they pass the table which contains a heavy boombox below a light and a mounted iPad. To the right are printed essays of the thinkers who inspired all of the collaborators of in the exhibition. Among the literature is a catalogue for the exhibition, Black Dots and B-Sides. It quotes Katherine McKittrick’s essay, commissioned for the exhibition:
“it’s often very delineated where the bad ‘part of town’ or ‘over the tracks’ is, there’s all sorts of very problematic spatializations that intentionally contain Black people…the enclosures are an attempt to dehumanize us. There’s a very clear sense of what geography is that’s imposed. And then there’s this other thing that’s happening, through, say, Isabel’s journeys and Tim’s inter-textual ties, that will offset those spaces that intended to define and silence Black people. The thing about those spaces of enclosure is that that’s where Black people are, right? So that’s the other thing, there’s a narrative that produces these spaces as Black spaces and as presumably negative Black spaces. And then Black people within those spaces completely subvert what they mean and explode them. If you look at prison art, for example, like the kind of work Nicole Fleetwood attends to in her work, we are given a totally different geography. These people are thinking about freedom in ways that have never even crossed my mind and they’re doing it through art.”
The singularity of the Black woman with a raised, defiant, Black Power fist encompasses the gallery space. There is a presence of possibility: the legacies of those who existed before us, and therefore gave us permission to exist, degrees more freely than generations ago. The lyrics of an Apollo Flowerchild ballad float in my mind: “And all I need is to get out of my funk/You broke me down, I build myself back up, again/Feeling more vulnerable than I have ever been/Find something that you love and hold it within/Your bloody hands (Bloody Hands, Apollo Flowerchild). I feel broken down, seen, projected back to me, in community, and heard. I feel the responsibility of community, and through my vulnerability, I feel my energy renewed as a child in the revolution for Black liberation.
Days later, I get this message from Liz, and my power is fortified once more:
“I perceive our work as artists, curators, siblings, mothers and workers does not take away from the work that defines abolitionists like Angela Davis, Ruth Wilson Gilmore or Mariame Kaba4Author of We Do This ‘Til We Free Us. 2021. Haymarket do, it is to say that our work and care as Black friends, family and lovers contributes to abolitionist thought and practice. The processes and actions that support Black love and freedom are inherently abolitionist in nature. The exhibition's focus has been on supporting a nurturing way of encouraging the creative and collaborative practices of young Black artists in order to fortify and make real movements in the direction of hope, love and freedom.”
Although our hands have been washed in blood, they are made strong.
References
- White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Backpack. MacIntosh, Peggy. 2003. Peace and Freedom Magazine.
- Ghostly Matters: Haunting and the Sociological Imagination, Gordon, Avery. 1996. University of Minnesota Press.
- "Dr. Katherine McKittrick's: Living Just Enough for the City/ Volume VI/ Black Methodology." 2019.