Mostly I stood still, looking in awe, realising how timeless these pieces are, how they still fit now, without alteration. Each room felt like another chapter, each piece proof that a creative language, when it is truly its own, does not date. Dim lighting, quiet, objects placed thoughtfully- it felt less like an exhibition & more like walking through thought.

What Linett has done- & is doing- is keeping the artform, holding it & passing it on to the next generation (she is an active mentor of women DJs), to speak back to the erasure that constantly shrouds us as Black women. That is not a small thing- it is radical. That is resistance in its most tender form & it is the same spirit that moves through the work I do.

Something people do not always understand about research like mine- research that is personal, ancestral, emotionally weighted- is that the environment in which you process & write it matters. It is not a luxury consideration. It is a methodological one. Sitting in a cafe in Zanzibar or Addis Ababa, laptop open, hot chocolate, fresh juice or tea arriving, music somewhere in the background or coming from my earphones- that is not indulgence.