just finished this book and it was so lovely! the passages on art as a method of revolution and keeper of community really struck me, here’s a bit -
“Before we wrote books, we sang songs, we painted on walls, we told stories by the fire. We wove our histories into fabrics, and our dreams into baskets. We sculpted our gods out of clay. Art is deeply human, and in communities of color, our art is what has endured above all else. As white supremacy and colonization toppled our buildings, deposed our leaders, banned our languages, even stole our bodies- we still kept our art alive. The threads, the brush strokes, the sung notes of our art kept us connected to our ancestors and to one another..... Art is what makes our communities, communities.”
