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Local Artists Beautify by Hannah Shows

This article was a finalist in the 2020 DC Student Arts Journalism Competition. Click here to learn more about the competition.

Two local artists decorated construction barricades at the Dupont Circle Metro station to beautify the neighborhood, even though the exhibit is only temporary.

Construction is underway for a new overhead canopy to protect riders entering and exiting the escalator at the north entrance of the Dupont Circle Metro station. Temporary construction barricades surround the project to shield messy construction work from public view and to protect pedestrians from any debris or potential worksite accidents.

Local artists Timoteo Murphy and Ravi Raman worked in partnership with the Dupont Circle Business Improvement District and the Washington Metropolitan Area Transit Authority Art in Transit program to paint the temporary barricades.

“WMATA is aware that the construction canopy may not be the most visually appealing thing to look at every day,” said Laurent Odde, the program manager for the WMATA Art in Transit program.

To remedy this eyesore, Murphy and Raman covered the bright green barricades with their artwork.

“This project is ephemeral,” said Anne Delaney, the project coordinator for the WMATA Art in Transit program. “It’s on a temporary structure. I think there is an appeal that people will enjoy it, remember it, miss it. It’s a real mystery. That’s part of the experience.”

Dupont Circle is one of the busiest Metro stations. Before the pandemic, it served an average of nearly 17,000 people per weekday, according to WMATA’s ridership data. As of this August, the average weekday ridership at the Dupont Circle station is down 92 percent when compared to August 2019.

“The installation, it’s really … enlivening this corner,” said Colleen Hawkinson, the executive director of the Dupont Circle BID. “The station, it’s high foot traffic. It’s high vehicle traffic. It’s at the intersection of a major bike route as well, so there’s a lot of visibility.”

In addition to its aesthetic beauty, the art serves a practical purpose. Hawkinson said that the public responded positively to a similar initiative in June 2019. The previous initiative also commissioned Murphy and Raman to paint murals on temporary construction barricades in Dupont Circle.

“We did find that people were taking pictures of themselves in front of the artwork,” Hawkinson said. “This also prevented graffiti from being applied.”

Raman, the local contemporary artist behind the “Love in Six Lines” paintings featured at the Dupont Circle Metro station, created the series to toe the line, literally, between complexity and simplicity.

“The original analogy that I was trying to make is that something that looks very simple can also be complicated,” Raman said. “Love is kind of the same way. With everything being so polarized, I thought it would be nice to have a message that completely flies in the face of all that anger and puts a smile on someone’s face.”

The series’ simplicity and message contrasts with Washington’s politicized art scene.

“The town tends to have political messages, or messages that people can be diametrically opposed to, whereas my message is way more simple, and it’s pretty universal,” Raman said.  “Who can argue with love?”

Murphy’s “Jump 4 Da Life” series, featured on the barricades adjacent to Raman’s artwork, is a photo collaboration between Murphy and conceptual artist Maps Glover to visually represent lives lost to fatal police force. Murphy photographed Glover jumping over 300 times in one day, with each jump representing a life lost.

“My project is not saying, ‘Black Lives Matter,’” Murphy said. “My project represents the life that was taken, any life. It’s not about Black or white.”

As an Afro-Latino man, Murphy understands the lived reality of Black men in 2020. Murphy said he hopes that passersby can see in his artwork how he, as an “artist in the community, is affected by politics.”

During his art installation at Dupont Circle, police approached and confronted Murphy twice. At one point, two Metro transit officers and three Metropolitan police officers arrived and lingered around Murphy.

“They stopped me for a total of six hours during two days of work,” Murphy said. “I showed the police my texts and emails verifying that I could do this work at the Metro, but the license wouldn’t load on my phone.”

When Murphy contacted the Dupont Circle BID to provide Metro transit police a copy of their signed agreement, he was then permitted to resume work, Kayla Brown, the marketing and events associate for the Dupont Circle BID, explained in an email.

“Every contractor is required to have documentation on hand for their activities while conducting work on Metro property,” said WMATA Spokesperson Ian Jannetta. “Metro employees and MTPD are instructed to identify such workers on the job site, and that’s what happened here.”

“It kind of kicked the air out of me,” Murphy said. “The project was already taking a lot more effort than I anticipated.

Despite the setbacks, Murphy persisted, and the installation is now complete. Murphy and Raman’s artwork will be available until the temporary barricades are removed in late 2021, Hawkinson said.

“Transit is not just about moving people,” Odde said. “The Art in Transit program is trying to give you an experience beyond just taking the bus or going down to the Metro. It’s about the whole traveling experience.”

Hannah Shows is a student journalist at American University who works tenaciously to report multimedia stories about people and their brilliant, messy, challenging lives. She recently directed and produced a grant-funded short documentary series about fostering joyful resilience in COVID-19. Hannah has reported for Voice of America, AWOL and The Eagle. As a soon-to-be graduate, Hannah plans to continue multimedia reporting after college.

Stranger than (science) fiction by Nyah Hardmon

Even in imaginary lands, Black people are still not safe.

This article was a finalist and winner of the 2020 DC Student Arts Journalism Competition. Click here to learn more about the competition.

Let’s be honest. When you think of science fiction, it’s likely the same recycled images that come to mind. Aliens from some distant galaxy; scientists perfecting time travel; maybe even mutant robots taking over the world. In fact, it seems as if in the imaginary lands science fiction conjures, there’s room for just about anything – that is, except Black people.

Somehow, in universes where zombies and jedis exist, diverse casts are still a stretch. Only recently have sci-fi creators begun to invite actors of color into their world. Last year’s “Watchmen” rollout on HBO followed by this year’s premiere of “Lovecraft Country” on the same platform contributed to this new, more colorful wave of sci-fi. Both television shows feature Black protagonists at the frontline of their storylines, which is a milestone in itself. For the first time, Black characters are the ones doing the exploring and discovering, reclaiming their place in a genre previously shut off from them, so why does this win feel so off-putting?

The selling point for science fiction is that it is just that- fiction. Stories that put the slightest twist on reality until everything we know becomes strange and unrecognizable but still discernibly untrue. So what happens when the genre blurs this line? When creators take very real historical occurrences and engrain them into sci-fi plots until truth blends with make believe. While this is typically a forgivable offense, it becomes a lot trickier when there are Black characters involved and the truth being distorted is actual Black history.

In “Watchmen,” between meeting floating blue men and wearing elaborate vigilante costumes, Regina King must also battle an underground white supremacy network. This re-envisioned version of Tusla, Oklahoma contains high-tech DNA tracking and men from space; yet, racism is the threat King must face. “Lovecraft Country” does the same thing. When they are not uncovering witchcraft, the show’s stars Journee Smollett and Jonathan Majors find themselves escaping from Sundown towns or getting their homes vandalized by racist white neighbors. Both shows have plenty of fantasy material to build off of but instead, they use the protagonists’ race as a crutch. Hannah Giorgis writes in the Atlantic “the show spends so much time focusing on its white characters’ near-comic monstrousness that it undercuts the development of its Black leads.” Directors and writers refuse to put in the work to expand on minority characters, and instead use their race as a scapegoat.

John Boyega, who played Finn in “Star Wars: The Last Jedi,” spoke on this disparity between the complexity of white characters and the shallowness of characters of color: “They gave all the nuance to Adam Driver, all the nuance to Daisy Ridley,” Boyega tells GQ Magazine. Writers of the “Star Wars” reboot lazily developed Boyega and other minority characters just as “Watchmen” and “Lovecraft Country” writers took the easy way out with their Black characters.

For sci-fi veterans like Samuel Jackson, this trend is not a new one. Jackson received nearly the same treatment ten years ago, with the characterization of his role as Mace Windu in the Star Wars franchise. Like Boyega, the detail and attention dedicated to other characters was not afforded to Jackson. Now, Jackson tells Interview magazine that watching shows like “Lovecraft Country” mimic the same plight Black people face in real life reminds him “nothing changed.”

In this interview with Smollet, Jackson tells the young sci-fi actress, “It’s the same conversation that’s been going on for me for 70-some years. It ain’t changed.” As appealing as racial storylines may be, it is nothing Black actors have not seen before. For a genre creative enough to construct entire new universes, sci-fi writers are still unable to transfer this open mindedness onto Black characterization.

This carelessness hints that Black people are still not welcome in science fiction, even if recent efforts suggest otherwise. This sense of not belonging expands to the treatment of Black sci fi actors off the screen as well. Boyega said he experienced a flurry of harassment from racist “Star Wars” fanatics, upset that a Black actor would dare infiltrate their beloved franchise. To Boyega’s attackers, Black people had no place in their fantastical tales, and the film’s half-baked depictions of minority characters like his only supported that misconception. Boyega, like many Black actors, had to battle racism both on set and in daily occurrences off set. Thus, it’s unnecessary to distort fantasy with a monster Black people are already fighting in real life.

By integrating the horrors of racism into science fiction, Black characters are unable to escape trauma within a genre built upon escapism. White characters are allowed the grace of totally imaginative arcs while their Black counterparts are subjected to the same tragedy that has been exploited time and time again. Even in places that do not exist, Black personalities are characterized exclusively by their race instead of being allowed to explore other dimensions.

The melding of Black history and sci-fi could do even more harm by delegitimizing the scale of real events. Suddenly, the authentic trauma experienced from lynchings or racist cops are leveled to the same fear evoked by blood-hungry monsters. When this happens, both occurrences are lumped into the world of make-believe, which clouds over the reality that one of these experiences actually happened.

While the acknowledgement of Black history is essential, Black characters should be defined by more than their racial identity. The world would not end if Black characters executed storylines outside of racial trauma. If white characters can go on escapades without being constantly reminded of their race, why can’t the same be expected for actors of color. It is as if even in the realm of imaginary creatures, Black people must be reminded that they are not still not equal and still not safe.

Nyah Hardmon is a sophomore journalism student at Howard University, where she serves as a student ambassador. While studying in Washington D.C, Nyah found outlets to express her journalistic voice both as a radio personality for the on-campus radio station WHBC and a Creative Content team writer for the on-campus newspaper publication the Hilltop. Nyah also works with the South Florida arts organization Art Prevails Project where she co-hosts the Art Prevails Podcast. Nyah is a National YoungArts Finalist in Writing as well as a Semi-Finalist for the Presidential Scholars in the Arts award.

2 teens in sundresses pushing a stolen shopping cart into the Bow River by Calum Robertson

2 teens in sundresses pushing a stolen shopping cart into the Bow River

time’s a runny egg yolk
always on brown toast
honey & oats
medieval peasant teachings made fancy-like
nourishment begins with the mind at rest
sit on a riverbank
watch untied laces trace picasso’s nudes in the dirt
an ant duets with a black beetle carcass
wrapped around a cigarette butt
late afternoon dressed up like early morning
there’s no safeway or sobeys nearby
contemplating universal mysteries such as:
– does a poached egg taste better on rye?
– where did they get that shopping cart?
– where will the rust lead them to rest?
– of all the trees, why do the magpies perch on the logo’d
handlebars peeking out from
the pebbley shallows?

Calum Robertson is a part-time book reader, full-time tea-drinker, riverbank daydreamer from Calgary, Canada. Their work has been previously featured in Tofu Ink Arts Press and deathcap (by Coven Editions). They hope to be reincarnated as a dove, next time around.


Image by Georges Grondin, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Four Poems by Chris Biles

Settled in the Gray

Dust weighs down the room
giving an unfocused appearance, yet
somehow adding emphasis
to the few items that remain:
the soft table in front of the window
edges worn down and rounded
lit by the paleness
of dawn’s indirect light

the square stool pulled out
at an angle
grain of wood on its seat
rubbed smooth but defiantly standing

the small box, once darkly stained
at the far corner with lid left open
a pair of stunted, sharp scissors
and a spool of black denier thread
– strong, flat, smooth, lightly waxed –
nearly gone –
as the only inhabitants

and the tired black feathers of a fly
at the table’s center –
thin, chenille body
gold ribbing, woolly hackle
fluffy marabou tail
coated
with a graying layer of dust

Dust weighs down the room
filling the atmosphere, but somehow adding
to the emptiness
I reach out, hand hovering above the fly
then down over the stool, but –
I halt.
I wish to trace that grain still standing strong
like I would the veins on the back of your hand
the ones that ran up into your forearms, but –
I look to the door
and see my footsteps
across the floorboards
displaced dust
in the indirect light of dawn:
already too much disruption.
Smiling to myself
clasping my hands
behind bent back
I whisper his name
then walk away.
Everything here fades
settled in the gray.

A Living Coffin

Have you ever awakened in a bed of moss?
You tend to sink down during the night
about six inches
stalks of green sponge compressed
but filling the space along your curves
The spiders like to cast their nets of silk
above you, over you
keeping you safe from any falling stars
And best of all, there are drops of dew
resting on your eyelashes
and they run down your cheek
when you first blink.
Just remember:
they don’t have to be tears of sadness
and you can lie there as long as you need.

At That Point

You are at that point:
“A moment that changes
all moments that follow.”
You face a door
painted
into brick wall
in an alleyway.
But on the other side
is not the room that rests
behind the brick.
Instead: a void
blackness of a cavern
of unknown depth.

You were once told
by a ghost
her lips in your hair
words tickling your ear,
that
“It is love
that resurrects life from death.”
Chills down your spine
toes numb, you lean forward
raise your arm
finger tips touch
cool, wet black paint: a door.
In your ear now again
her whisper
“Leave us here. Turn your head to the living.”

Your hair
caught between her lips
pulls away
then falls back
released.

Her breath
no longer in your ear
her whispers
receding back to memory.
Fingers seemingly stuck
draw back
leave the painted wall –
fall
taking your hand
heavy
down

to your side
so heavy it brings you to your knees
broken alleyway glass
piercing through your jeans.
The paint of the door:
as wet as the eyes you now cover
push against
with heels of trembling hands.

When next you look
tears spent
only the bricks remain.

You are at that point:
“A moment that changes
all moments that follow.”
You are at that point:
shapeless space between
the beginning of a story and knowing
that a new story has begun.
You are at that point,
so close your eyes
and turn your face
to the sky.

Walk It Off

These mountains could rim the world.
Walk it off
under the varied light of the unattainable

Day, night, twilight, dusk, dawn:
each brings its own emotion
each emotion feeding the others
adding fuel through confusion
until its power overwhelms

Walk it off
in these mountains
balancing on the edges of knives
walk down those blades:
the only choice
because you put yourself here
in doubt
in hate
in anger

But life is too full of regret
so why add your own destruction?

Why not listen to the rocks?
They’ve been sitting
in never-ending
meditation
attempting to understand the caress of the clouds

ask them
how to fill a lifetime
with the feeling
of fluttering wings and wind
brushing against their cheek

ask them
how to make it disappear
like the diaphanous face of daylight’s moon
fading into the scattered clouds
of a melancholy morning

We are only what the world makes us
so walk it off.
Carry on.

Chris Biles currently lives and works in Washington D.C. She enjoys playing with the light and the dark, and losing herself in music, anything outside, and some words here and there. Published by Exeter Publishing, Haunted Waters Press, Yellow Arrow Publishing, and FleasOnTheDog, find her at www.chrisbiles03.com / Instagram: @marks.in.the.sand


Image by Chris Biles courtesy of the writer.

and upon the seventh day he rested by Timothy Hudenburg

spend your time 

and heal thyself 

then the world 

waning such limited time 

our warming gift 

small hands pressed into clay 


art but a reflection 

the way they once moved 

–and grasped

T. M. Hudenburg is a poet who divides his time between Northern Virginia and Coastal Delaware and is very pleased that this piece found a home here.


NASA images by Reto Stöckli, based on data from NASA and NOAA, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons