fromthemouthofmoi

I'm thinking about this art project: I take photographs of all the friends I have made here in Merida and I colour in their complexions adding characteristics to their faces and clothing to suggest people of African and Asian descent. I title the piece: What I wish I could add to our friendship. I miss diversity. I am standing in line for a dance performance in San Francisco called Seed Language presented by Embodiment Project  a Hip Hop Dance Troupe. All around me, so many I feel I am in a sea, are every kind of coloured one can imagine. Asian Blacks. White Blacks. Chinese Blacks. Norwegian looking Blacks. Jewish Blacks. Blacks the colour of honey, Black Blacks, all Happy Gorgeous Blacks, some seemingly ten feet tall. I feel short. Short and old. I didn't grow up with such a sea of diversity. I am envious. I want to touch each and every person I see; they all seem to have a texture; I want to know what they feel like. A part of me is resentful they are not all my friend