Each year around this time we are reminded of the things that are truly important in our lives. The passing of the holiday season always gives me perspective on the lives I have touched and the lives that have touched me. It creates a feeling of melancholy remembering they way we celebrated Christmas during my design projects in New York, a certain sense of isolation in the wilds of Minneapolis, and a certain comfort on a mid-western Columbus, Ohio winter evening.
What seems to be consistent is the need to express the changing ways in which we celebrate this passing of time and how we have grown to appreciate all of the wonderful things that bless us as African Americans.
For me it is always been expressed at the dining table. It is where we eat, entertain, and engage each other, where good friends and good food are enjoyed in equal measure, where the talk of distant cousins, nieces, and nephews who connect us on a level that only the passage time can create.
These dining-table expressions allow me as designer to express a sense of a changing future and how we as a family have evolved and grown. It helps us celebrate together while we are apart but mostly, more than just a Christmas letter, we can imagine us all sitting at the same table and sharing the rice and beans and the love.