I've never been to Portland before. In my small time there, I couldn't help but notice the deafining silence of the city and the fact there is not a shortage of plaid. It could be my mini transplant to LA but I couldn't help but wonder where are the people? Better yet, where are the black people, or minorities? Ironically, I went to Portland to support and document my best friend and artist, Ervin Johnson, solo show rightfully named, #InHonor. To honor us. I was interested to see the faces that would show up for the opening and artist talk.
Portland not only brought black faces to where they are scarce, but it gave me the chance to sit back and look at all that i've accomplished. That WE accomplished. From sharing good conversation over great food and drinks, watching basketball games from the box, to museum trips with family ... Portland could have been worse.
The show was nothing short of beautiful and touching but at the time I haven't seen my friend in years .. so we had act like we didn't know how to.