A few months ago, I met an artist in New Orleans. Her name is Madeleine Kelly, a friend of a friend. I’d been admiring her paintings for a while (find them here). She was selling some work at a small street fair while I happened to be in town, and I came home with this: “Tending the Bones.”
On racism, reparations, and tending the bones
On racism, reparations, and tending the bones
On racism, reparations, and tending the bones
A few months ago, I met an artist in New Orleans. Her name is Madeleine Kelly, a friend of a friend. I’d been admiring her paintings for a while (find them here). She was selling some work at a small street fair while I happened to be in town, and I came home with this: “Tending the Bones.”