Time and Reflection: Behind Her Gaze
Record-mapping draws the huge and slender, the identified and not known previous to the present. For the duration of my residency at the Aminah Robinson house, I examined the impulses guiding my prose poem “Blood on a Blackberry” and uncovered a kinship with the textile artist and writer who built her home a resourceful risk-free space. I crafted narratives by a blended media application of classic buttons, antique laces and fabrics, and textual content on fabric-like paper. The starting issue for “Blood on a Blackberry” and the writing through this job was a photograph taken far more than a century back that I found in a spouse and children album. Three generations of ancestral moms held their bodies however outdoors of what looked like a poorly-built cabin. What struck me was their gaze.
