floating a queer celestial in Ni’Ja Whitson’s “Oba Qween Baba King Baba”
Ni’Ja Whitson queers divine kingdoms with cosmological meetings amidst a swirl of lineage, legacies and streaming star scapes. Salve.
Ni’Ja Whitson queers divine kingdoms with cosmological meetings amidst a swirl of lineage, legacies and streaming star scapes. Salve.
Monday morning performance hangover is cured by a talk moderated by Tara Aisha Willis, and the works of Julianna May, Ni’Ja Whitson/The NWA Project and Wendell Cooper/Mx. Oops…”in all my life, I’ve never seen this and I’m not even sure what the this is, but I know, I know I’m seeing something, something whose name I am still yet to learn but something that rises and stands, defies old paradigms and is filled with heat and strength and a promise for the tomorrows…”
These ugly feelings: disgust, animatedness, mourning, are radical in their fugitivity.
How will we ever go back after the planting that guest curator Eva Yaa Asentawaa sowed during last week’s “the skeleton architecture, or the future of our worlds?”
Notes from MR Spring Fest Hand Written Notes and Vanessa Anspaugh’s “End of Men: An Ode to Ocean.”