The Bubbly Black Girl Sheds Her Chameleon Skin By Kirsten Childs
Reports of the demise of artistic forms are always grossly exaggerated, manufactured by snarky critics who just want to be first at the fictional finish line. The epic novel, figurative painting, kitchen-sink drama, the avant-garde: all have been declared dead so often, you'd have to be an orthodox Hindu to take any of the obits seriously (you know, guaranteed reincarnation).