The next morning, I woke up, still sleepy in mind and body, and I composed a thought. It speaks to the relevancy of the experience more than any other I could compose now. So I leave you with it.
But first, an honor must be paid. It goes to Luta. Luta graced our stage at the entrance of Fern Alley right off of Polk Street. He spoke of land and peoples, of histories and futures. He reminded all that first and foremost we are on Ohlone land. And we must never forget it. This land was stolen. So while we celebrate, create, and heal we must also remember and honor. Thank you Luta for your words and music.
And now, a more composed thought about In Flux, a night gallery:
Thank you so much for all of what you contributed last night to In Flux. I am inspired, uplifted, and my heart is full. It is always one thing to have an idea in your head, and it is always quite another to see it come to life. Last night was more than I could ever have imagined. Thank you.
And there were so many moments last night where I saw communities intersecting, art being made, healing occurring. It was raw and hopeful and sincere. It was more than what any one of us could have done alone, and so we did it together.
One comment towards the end of the evening that stuck with me came from a dear friend and colleague who works in contemporary arts and arts marketing. It was, "When I walked down the alley, I noticed people looking at me, welcoming me. That was both wonderful and different." And I think that sums it up: people felt seen.
And being a witness is the act of a healer.
Thank you all for witnessing last night, for creating and collaborating. Thank you for your gifts of self and presence and art.
I look forward to more opportunities for collaboration.