“I felt saddened and confused to discover my favorite mural gone, but also hopeful that another one may be in the works. Street art is mysterious and impermanent like that. It can appear or disappear overnight. Murals like these are at risk of desecration, transformation, erasure. Someone's gonna piss on it, draw a mustache on it, tag it. The weather's going to make it fade. That's part of the beauty, I think. Murals have value without being precious.” ThinkingArtValuesRiskArt IsTransformationMy FavoriteDisappearMysteriousConfusedHopefulMustacheSaddenedMural Author:Emily Raboteau
“I don't think of rejection as rejection, just a bad fit. Then I seek out other avenues of acceptance.” ThinkingAcceptanceFitRejection Author:Emily Raboteau
“I don't keep from despairing. I let myself despair. I just don't linger there for too long. There's too much to laugh about, two knuckleheads I have to feed, and a lot of really excellent television to watch. I think the mess we're in deserves the full range of human feeling, from despair to its opposite, which I would say is not hope, happiness, or peace, but freedom.” ThinkingLongFeelingsLaughingDespairDeserveMessExcellent Author:Emily Raboteau
“I look at my kids, who were born under a Black president, who hop around the living room naked and joyful, mimicking Simone Biles, and just think, Damn, they got some amazing role models of Black excellence.” ThinkingKidsBlackPresidentExcellenceRole ModelsJoyfulLiving Room Author:Emily Raboteau
“I think it's really crucial to leave our American context, not only for a sense of individual freedom, but also to make links to international struggles for civil rights.” ThinkingIndividualStruggleCivil RightsIndividual Freedom Author:Emily Raboteau
