Mama drops me off at William Grant Steele Art Center. Pristine and teen, hood and bright eyed, I scanned what little exhibits are on display. I don't recall much in the way of pride building or a memory of anything culturally dynamic. Walking around the center, I end up in an empty, yellow walled room with movie posters and a few folding chairs. Silence guided young marbles to fix onto these nostalgic posters as if there were moving pictures
Ah, this is impeccable storytelling. I love it. It was I felt like I was really there. The way you can capture the narrative voice and the change of character is super impressive. I don't know if you have a history or background in that, but you definitely have a natural act for it. So I look forward to more of this style of swell from you in the future