In junior high school, my parents packed us up and moved us away to another part of DC. Every time I return to my old neighborhood, another childhood friend has moved away, gone missing, been imprisoned or killed. A vibrant neighborhood annihilated by decades of funneled drugs, disinvestment, and over-policing. Now, aside from a few surviving families, you will find almost no evidence of our existence. It has been razed to the ground. The new, glittering community standing in its place gives one the impression that it has always been there, as if it weren’t built on bones. RESIDUE is my attempt to, in the words of Dominique Christina, “reflesh the bones”.
Hope to see you tomorrow at 7:45pm.