One day in late April, after I turned seven years old, my parents woke me up, pulled a black dress over me, and hurried me into the car in which they then drove two hours south to the coast of Delaware.
Last summer, I decided to learn photography.
I liked photography but, in all honesty, knew very little about it. I could take pictures of a nicely garnished plate of food or an occasional flower, but that was the extent of it.
When I come home during the holiday breaks, I often catch myself spending considerable time reflecting on the past, recalling childhood moments and experiences. I’m
Bursting with color, Kehinde Wiley’s portrait of former President Barack Obama stands out against the white and blue walls of the Museum of Fine Arts.
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