whenever i visit a museum i consider the space allotted for art by and history of people of color. i compare the amount of information available about pieces from various regions, how they’re displayed and the lighting used. i pay attention to which parts of the museum are more crowded than others and even to the comments folks make when observing art that isn’t of their own history. other than museums specifically allocated for the history of marginalized peoples, the ratio tends to be abysmal. i’ve also noticed that while large european collections are donated/sponsored by wealthy families, the exhibits featuring the histories of poc are largely funded by large groups of individuals or small organizations belonging to that community. we, at an almost grassroots level, are responsible for our stories being told. art teaches history in such powerful ways and we have to ensure ours are present in these spaces. representation matters.
side note: our first real date, and probably the only one hubs ever really planned, was at a museum in LA. watching him go from exhibit to exhibit today, i thought back to that day. so much has changed in these past five years but i’m so grateful to still be learning with you. someone once said to me that our marriage seems so ‘free’ and i think that’s the best compliment we’ve ever gotten. we are fully committed but also leave space for the other to remain an individual. people ask me how hubs feels about me moving to NY and my answer is always ‘exactly how i did when he moved to nevada; we’ll miss each other but are also so, so proud. this is just the way things have to be right now and it’ll continue to make our partnership stronger. i wouldn’t want to hustle beside anyone else.’ this love isn’t always easy but it sure is worth it ♥️