The tears of the black woman artist
(Image by the artists’ collective PESTS, courtesy of the Victoria and Albert museum)
I often wonder about the space we take when we’re not meant to be there, especially for black women who are artists.
As problematic as she is, I like Azealia Banks. I like her music (Count Fantasea and Ice Princess are my personal anthems) and many of the things she stands for. Like many others, I saw her tears on the radio, while she was talking about the injustice she is going through as a black artist, who is not given the same opportunities to shine as a white one, in a music genre historically created by blacks and for us. I’ll not talk about her recent comments about her dating life, or her feuds.