as a young girl. my mother went out of her way to expose me to art + culture of the world. we listened to music + ate food + collected curiosities + garb from the diasporas. and although the smithsonian museums weren't regular visits for us. i consider them a critical part of my experiential learning. my understanding of the world around me. and my development as a curator of culture. the infrequency of our visits, due to her hectic work schedule, caused me to view our museum days as gifts. days of exploration. and intrigue. today. the script was flipped. the smithsonian visited our curated space at nomad yard.
being the child that i am, i called her to share in my joy. she, without an ounce of surprise, shared that they were long overdue lol. and that she is proud of me. now, to understand this fully. you must know that i come from an immigrant family. they sacrificed dreams and desire to pursue professions that allowed stability for my generation. their sacrifices awarded us the opportunities to explore more creative, often entrepreneurial, paths. so, to tell my mother that the the director + curators from the smithsonian walked into our little shop on a neglected street in northeast dc, brought such joy to me.
for that alone, i am gratitude filled. //