So, I'd gone to the Mount Holyoke Art Museum, thinking of the life I'd chosen. Quite on the margins of creativity and scholarship. Sometimes arguing for continued ambiguity between the two. Often feeling a tension, spoken or implied between what it means to create art and critique it, what it means to research and produce. I decided to weave together my own garden. Between Anatsui and Walker, and the ground on which I stand as visiting faculty at a small liberal arts college.