Joyce J. Scott’s reputation precedes her: a Baltimore native who is bold and bright, witty—and scrutinizing. Brimming with life. The first time I saw Walk a Mile in My Dreams, her 50-year retrospective now on view at the BMA, Scott sat within an architectural structure of colorful family heirloom quilts titled “The Threads That Unite My Seat of Knowledge” (2024).
Her body and voice animated the artwork that revels in the idea of artistic legacy, how artisanal skills are passed from family member to family member, across generations, and within—as well as between—communities. Sculptural arms at the top of the structure hold up a long thread that leads a figure holding a giant needle, all made from beads, images that reinforce none of this work can be done in isolation. At the base of the seat upon which Scott sat are three beaded skulls, the calaveras associated with the Day of the Dead, cementing the presence of the past.
Also a well-known performer, it comes as no surprise that for Scott, the proper place for skeletons isn’t hidden inside a closet but put on display, commanding our attention. Whether working in fabric, monoprint, blown glass, or beads, Scott embeds human skeletons as a mainstay in the narrative.
As a bead artist, Scott will sometimes form skeletons out of thousands of beads, but one can also spot singular beads in the shape of skulls if one looks closely. Surveying Scott’s oeuvre, one can see she isn’t preoccupied by death; Scott is preoccupied by the ways in which we choose to live—and treat each other in life.