Don't let me be misunderstood...

But no, actually, as Taiye Selasi told me in our interview for Hazlitt, let's get over that fear/anxiety of being misunderstood and just embrace it.

As soon as I relieved myself of the agony of being misunderstood—cue the Nina Simone—I was just like, let me be misunderstood then.

That resonated with me. Most artists, at least those who don't suffer from largesse, probably deal with this in some way. But It made me wonder if that's the prerequisite for people of colour making art that interacts or intersects, in some way, with a wider audience.  Misunderstanding is in-built; your task is to transcend that.

As someone who never quite fit in, it took a long while before I was okay with constantly being misinterpreted by the various social circles/stata that I was trying to navigate. That's apparent in my writing. Bahia and Liza, the writers of Pomme Is French For Apple, once told me that they don't worry about their audiences trying to understand their predominantly patois play - it is what it is and if they're open to getting it, they will. Last night, at the exhibit/panel for My City My Story some of the young photographers touched on this as well. (How fortunate/special to gain artistic confidence so early in a career!) Photography as a way to share a very specific perspective - to look in the mirror, and see themselves reflected, misunderstandings and all.