I better fucking not see these posts in the next few days/weeks:
“Well, I guess it’s time to ship Maggie with Tara!”
Uh, how about give the woman some time to grieve, Jesus Christ. This wasn’t just some rando, flavor of the week love interest. This was her freaking husband and father of her child for nearly four seasons. Please respect that.
#Team No Love Interests for Maggie Greene-Rhee Until an Appropriate Amount of Time of Grieving Has Passed
These panelists agree that, despite Buchanan’s exclusion from the history of art in the 1960s and 70s, the late artist’s work has a place that must be recognized. Throughout Buchanan’s artistic practice, she dug into the space between place and memory. Her work had a strong connection to her identities as an African American woman from the South, incorporating an exploration of arts and political movements like feminism, Southern vernacular architecture, Land Art, and Post-Minimalism. This event will be held in the 3rd Floor Auditorium and it is free(!) as a part of our Thursday Nights hosted by Squarespace.
This weekend was pretty great. Busy as usual, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’m spending the rest of my evening editing and packing for Boston + Vermont (off on two work trips this week ✈️ 📷🍂) #Stoked (at New York, New York)
James H. Stokes, 185th NY Volunteers, aged 20, admitted to Harewood Hospital, April 2nd, 1865. Wounded, March 29th, 1865, by a Minié ball at Gravelly Run, VA, gun shot wound of right forearm and elbow. Treated gangrene externally with turpentine and kerosine oil.