On Blank Canvas, host Amard Rolle (the NAGB’s Executive Assistant) is joined by multidisciplinary artist Keeya, artist in residence at The Current: Baha Mar Gallery.
Blank Canvas: Re: IMAGE & Invisible Returns
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NAGB presents “Re: IMAGE” Short Film Series
On Blank Canvas, host Amard Rolle (the NAGB’s Executive Assistant) is joined by multidisciplinary artist Keeya, artist in residence at The Current: Baha Mar Gallery.
Under Attack: Averia Wright’s Elevating the Blue Light Special and the Dualities of Bahamian Identity
Averia Wright is well-acquainted with the brand of paradise we manufacture here. Her work, which grapples with issues affecting both The Bahamas and the region at large, is particularly concerned with tourism and its role as a neocolonialist system in the country today.
Sinking: Field Notes on Loss and Belonging
By Ethan Knowles, NAGB Summer Attaché The sea looked like one big aquamarine blanket, rippling in the wind. It unfurled
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Boiling: Field Notes on Loss and Belonging
By Ethan Knowles In the weeks following Aunty Mary’s decision to stay, a time when cement volcanos seethed on doorsteps
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Rebirth: Field Notes on Loss and Belonging
Accept that people, like weather, can change. That after disaster flattens everything bare, a community can come together, start over, and become something even better.
Aftermath: Field Notes on Loss and Belonging
Ethan Knowles, Guest Intern for the Double Dutch 2018 Project. When I first came back home I was afraid. Though the hurricane was long over, and the news said that all the rotting carcasses had been cleared away, I was afraid nonetheless. I was afraid because I barely recognized anything. Riding around in Aunty Mary’s two-seater truck, I couldn’t spot the crowds of red mangrove that would ordinarily welcome me home after so many hours spent on the mailboat. Instead, I saw angry, misshapen skeletons tearing at the shore. I didn’t see Uncle Freddy or Ma Pat working the salt flats either. In fact, I didn’t see anyone down there – just flooded pans and brooding boundary lines. I turned away to gaze at the sea. I scanned the horizon carefully, but there wasn’t a boat in sight; and when I spun around to survey the land, I couldn’t make out a single child’s mother gathering tops in the bush.
The Wisdom of Amos Ferguson: Reflections on “Hard Mouth: From the Tongue of the Ocean”
By: Ethan Knowles A language can do much more than greet and give directions. It can unite or it can
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