Dr. Esther Mahlangu, Ndebele Abstract, 2014 signed recto Acrylic on canvas 28 x 30 3/4 in
OVER THE PAST FEW MONTHS, I have started dancing again. With a club kid for an inner child, I never really meant to stop. I moved to an unfamiliar city; I had a baby; the pandemic hit. I turned forty and assumed some chapters of my life had closed; I watched a genocide unfold on Instagram and felt my feet turn to lead. But since the reelection of Donald Trump last November—to say nothing of other disastrous elections around the world—I keep finding myself saying yes: yes to sweating out my fury and frustration; yes to enjoying any precarious, precious freedoms; yes to joy and camaraderie and hope, however fleeting.
