An Ode To

This past Thursday, Solange had a book signing for her art book, A Seat at the Table, accompanying the album of the same name.

Photo by  Egypt Robertson

If anyone knows anything about me, they know that I've been obsessed with Solange and everything she chooses to exist as, for as long as I can remember. My love for both her and sister stems from their very essence as black women, as black artists and visionaries. As a young black girl artist, Solange touches my soul. She exists eccentrically and all her own, having the opportunity to meet her was an experience I'll never forget.

Solange, 2017

Solange, 2017

Honestly I've exhausted this event and haven't stopped talking about it since before it happened, though we had a very short and small interaction, mainly due to the lack of organization and coordination, I'll cherish it for the rest of my life. Solange's, A Seat at the Table is one of those albums that's desperately needed and arrived at the perfect time. I think back to how much this album would've helped me in high school and how much I could've used Solange's wisdom and yet I'm so glad I'm able to experience this as a 21 year old heading for adulthood. High school Petra would've lacked context, appreciated the vocals and production and the general message of the album without absorbing it to it's full capacity. This album required hurt and acceptance and the will and want to heal and move past. From the moment I heard 'Don't Touch My Hair' I knew this body of work was going to be something monumental and special.

Attending Solange's book signing, shaking her hand and just being in her presence, in her bubble of light, love and self assurance was the definition of an experience that won't stop playing in my mind. I'm so grateful to her for everything she's done and will continue to do.