On Friday night, among the smooth rhythms of 90s R&B, the vibrant LED lights reflecting from the stage and the nostalgic smell of soul food, Black creatives packed the basement of the new William Monroe Trotter Multicultural Center for the 2nd annual Creatives of Color Showcase.
I’ve always wondered if a woman’s Blackness will be remembered, or if our importance, impact and beauty will fade. Sometimes, I feel I allow my mind to dabble in what-if’s and what society thinks rather than focusing on the beauty of my Blackness, and the strength of my Black body.
My name is Elizabeth John and I am a senior with a major in women’s studies. I decided to pursue this art project as an extension of a senior thesis that focuses on the history of perceptions of the female body in the Indian American diaspora.
With the New Zealand shooting affecting our Muslim community, to midterms and tests stressing many students out, these last few months have been difficult and busy for many. Music has always been there for me through tough times and it is the thing that I turn to when I need comfort.
In elementary school, if I wasn’t drawing, I’d be in the city library, lost in a biography of Magritte or a history of Impressionism. I was certain that I’d become an artist, sharing my self-expression with the world in the greatest museums.