For the Black Queer Bodies in Motion.
We who are Young, African, Gifted and Queer.
In between familiar yet estranged places, seeking strange homes in other faces. I encountered the portraiture of myself and the people who I met while hopping couches, homes, places, a means to cope with the anxieties and growing pains amidst the isolation, disorientation(s), queer explorations, and coming of age of my early twenties.
Here is a story of a community built in motion – fluid. Here is the story of seeking care, gentility, intimacy. Here is the journey to enunciate Black/Queer/Diaspora through portraiure as a space to lay bare our desire to be held and to hold, to play and to heal.
HOLD - for healing.
HOLD - for the ways friends, strangers and I grew to hold each other close, well, carefully. For our creative energy to make joy, catharsis, and intimacy & to be well and be loved.
Here lies a story of hands: uttering softly, gently, beautifully; to capture their vitality, yield to their intimacy, their poetry, their poetics (always) of relation: a story of a community’s emergent strategies of care in beatific light, solemn shadow, petal and thread.