Boston Art Review February, 2025
Some gatherings feel like inheritances—spaces where legacy is not just acknowledged but lived, embodied, and carried forward. For nearly eight hours on February 7, the top floor of Northeastern University’s East Village became an incubator of Black feminist worldmaking in honor of the late scholar, writer, and teacher bell hooks, bringing a buzz of students, professors, community members, and artists alike to a convening of minds and hearts.
Soft music flowed from the speakers as empty seats quickly began to fill up beside me. At every turn, a Black woman exclaimed at the sight of a familiar colleague or a former student, creating rows of smiling faces in the crowd.
