Me in 1990

Heads bopping in time to the music, the audience listens intently at the Writer’s Place in Kansas City. It was a night where my friends played their music and read their poems to the members of this group. They used to be members and met there. I had never been there, but was intrigued by the stories, so despite the freezing fog and slippery roads we went.

It had the feel of an art gallery to me. An opening reception, where the people gather to give analysis to the art and talk about meanings, interpretations and things that one doesn’t talk about in normal everyday life. It brought back feelings of 20 years ago, I went to Chicago to study Art and Urban Culture. It was the first time I experienced that type of gathering.

Coming from a small town in Kansas, the urban art scene has always had some draw for me. I can’t believe it’s been 20 years since I worked for the Chicago Daily Defender, saw the Chicago Museum of Art and experienced first hand the interchange between black and white, poor and rich, art and urban.

This is the last weekend of January and the entry of a new decade. Each new decade has had new adventures for me. 1990, started pursuing photojournalism degree. 2000, moved back to Lawrence, without a job to come back to the art/music scene I loved as a student here. 2010, new opportunities await….

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