A Minnesota Exhibit Framed Around Longing for Home (Published 2022)
Most of us have been orphaned from our ancestral land, and with it, our people’s history, including the songs, teaching stories and wisdom ways of our lineage. And we may find ourselves looking in on families who are more intact than our own with a kind of unassuageable grief. This ache for something deeply familiar, yet entirely unknown, is our lo
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Those who know me well, know that I seek out places akin to time travel; spaces folded softly into themselves, stitched together by whispers, stories, and shadows. Walking the crumbling bazaar, the veil between now and then is gossamer-thin, where streets dream aloud and walls murmur forgotten verses. A man gently breathes life into an ancient harmonium, broken notes spilling like secrets at dusk; faded letters rustle silently in the old court, clinging to bulletin boards like leaves refusing autumn; abandoned mansions lean into sunlight, wrapped tenderly in vines that protect their secrets from the prying present. Yet, these quiet wanderings feel like long goodbyes. In these corrupt days, when signs of cruelty bloom everywhere, my nostalgia has become a bittersweet symptom -a yearning to slip from a violent present into a gentler past (or so I think). For I know too well that when I next return, this fragile beauty may be erased, swallowed whole by the ugliness that passes for today’s political fashion.
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