Black artists have beaten slavery like a dead horse.
The past looks often un-imaginary these days. I've had sentiments like these for a little while, especially after the flop that was my attempt to create the work I thought I was suppose to - Afro beats, paired with afro hair, and a little dose of ass. This was the work that failed me the most thus far. I remember spending the entire critique session assuming the audience knew it was parody, only having to move on due to time, just as I discovered they weren't in on the joke. I was left confused about many things on that day, but one thing was sure, I wouldn't be attempting any work like that anytime soon there after. I could easily see this audience as a microcosm of the business world of art, except in the art-osphere, white voices might accompany British or Italian accents.