Eliza Myrie
garden/ruinate
August 1 – October 12
In the dark, warm evenings when I would visit Jamaica, I remember overhearing my father from the porch. Sitting with men laughing, reasoning, arguing with one another, challenging and sharing one another’s beliefs, politicking; loudly. Under green lights, bamboo leaves gently stirring, low visibility, high aural stimulation, I listened on. They were often the same […]
