04/23/2025
Detail from "Remember how grandma and grandpa used to wave goodbye to us from here?"
Photo print on vinyl, artificial grass, metal patio furniture, 2024
It's the last day to go see 807 .
So many people have felt at home with this exhibition. It's like they've stepped into their grandparents', aunts & uncles', cousins, or a good friend home one more time. Memories that have dulled with time have raced back in vivid, high-definition color. Ancestors have come to visit and sit with them once again. Folks had an opportunity to release, reflect, and remember.
I create my best work when I listen to my very persistent inner voice. Sometimes it's a nudge, sometimes it's a shove. Sometimes it's a stop mid-walk to run back upstairs and grab a camera or two and a re-shuffle of meetings so I can make a quick trip to Clifton Forge before the sun sets. This inner voice is what ultimately led to 807.
I didn't create these photos with an art show in mind, I created them because I had to even though I didn't know why. The process of putting this show together and hearing/seeing how they made people feel helped informed me of why I created them. The purpose of this work was deepened by you. By your connection to the exhibition and by the people you remembered.
I have so much gratitude for each and everyone of you.
Thank you to Andrea Douglas for creating and maintaining a gallery space in Charlottesville for Black artists to show their work and be seen. Thank you to the JSAAHC Staff for hosting a wonderful opening, inviting me to lead an art tour for young people, creating a really impactful video, and for all the work the do behind the scenes.
Thank you to everyone who came to see the show, shared their reflections either at the opening or just with me, and to those who went back to see it a second time.
And most importantly, thank you to my Mom. This was for you. Grief doesn't end. Letting go of things and spaces the people we love the most lived in and used is hard. I hope you felt like you were back at home on 807 Mound St. just one more time.