From that homage to persistence to Ebony G. Patterson’s She is…, four monumental murals of women in mourning, mounted on neighborhood building walls, is not as lengthy an artistic journey as it might seem at first.
As Patterson says in her artist’s statement: “Here we come to pay homage, but to also acknowledge the continued labor in response to violence, but through this labor these women also enact promise.”
This sentiment echoes through the parks of the Village and wraps around the monuments. The poem encircling On the Day They Come Home, concludes:
I grew up in prison, was raised there. People always said you’re never getting out, the law will never change. We heard that for 24, 35, 40 years... And here we are. Here we are. The impossible is what we do.