Wake and soil, skin and voice: Hope Strickland's film locates a legacy of slavery and colonial exploitation beneath the archive's official chronicle, in the deep historical memory of the body. "If I could name you myself (I would hold you forever)" sings an alternate history of resistance—familial, elemental, and sensuous.
Wake and soil, skin and voice: Hope Strickland's film locates a legacy of slavery and colonial exploitation beneath the archive's official chronicle, in the deep historical memory of the body. "If I could name you myself (I would hold you forever)" sings an alternate history of resistance—familial, elemental, and sensuous.
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