akeylah wellingtonloves the smell of Pink. She thinks you probably do, too. Her tapestries and sculptures deal with humor as both a noun connoting comedy and a verb meaning to endure. Working with found media from the 2000s, her attention to technological and political developments is an attempt to make sense of her personal experience of carceral-related displacement, loss, girlhood, generational inheritances, and time.
small things to consider: unrequited platonic love letters, soft power
stop-gap projects Little miss Mary Mack you make my heart go young Venus Williams (1994) DESCRIPTION
It is common to select a bead color complementary to a child’s sneakers or their wardrobe or allow them the pleasure of wearing their favorite color. Beads at the end of braids clack when a head turns too fast, signaling motion. They afford somebody a quiet kind of confidence, as it is, at the very least, an indicator a child has a caretaker at home who stole enough time to not only braid in zigzags or straight-backs or curves or singles, but further ornament the style with a complementary pink or yellow or green or clear or purple bead. It is a gorgeous way to signal someone loves a little somebody—a fortification to carry into the classroom or the doctor’s office, a mundane exaltation of belonging and joy, a quality sweetness a Black child may be hard pressed to find outside their home. To adorn, in this case, is to love.
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