Of What Could Be, Of What Can Be: The Reimagining Tale of Black Spirituals
There was a general route I would take during my daily commute from the James River Bridge to the far ends of Newport News. Every day I would pass through this monochromatic route of grays and browns---heightened especially on gloomy days. And each day, I would scan the surrounding buildings...my mind always on autopilot mode. That is...until I saw a building I'd seen a million times, but this time things were different. This time the building had character...presence. Funnily enough, the building's side was painted in a pattern of black and white---yet, it was as if it was saying, "Look at me!" As time passed, more murals were added to the lone building, ultimately creating a beacon of life amidst the lifeless stretch of road---signifying the possibility of what could be, of what can be.