Is BOPA okay? Since Rachel Graham has stepped in as CEO of the Baltimore Office of Promotion and the Arts, she gets this question a lot. “There’s a part of me that wants grace to some extent. But I understand that over the 30-40 year history of this organization, there’s a lot that has to be fixed. It can’t get fixed overnight, but it almost has to, in some cases, in order to reinstill confidence.”
From Artscape to the Baltimore Book Festival; from Artist Grants to the Film Office; from the MLK Jr. Day Parade to the BromoSeltzer Art Tower, BOPA’s role in Baltimore encompasses a sprawling range of spheres—though, in recent years, it has faltered in seeing it all through. Under previous leadership, BOPA’s instability led to the ire and public criticism of Mayor Brandon Scott, significant withholding of its annual funds, and ultimately the resignation of its former CEO, Donna Drew Sawyer.
Taking the helm of a ship as big as BOPA was no small job in the first place. But even now, as it must be steered out of the storm, Graham projects a grounded optimism. Yes, the organization has many moving parts, but the experience she brings with her leadership is promisingly fitting. At 52-years-old, her resume includes positions in nonprofit community development, public relations, and political communications. Most recently she served as the director of external relations for the Reginald F. Lewis Museum of Maryland African American History & Culture. Above and beyond her resume though, Graham keeps it real.
Her hope is Baltimore will take a moment to “just sit and talk with me.” Around her two-month anniversary on the job, she visited BmoreArt’s C+C gallery and we did just that. I got to continue the conversation with her two weeks later, when she invited me and BmoreArt photographer, Jill Fannon, into her home—a very cool apartment in a building converted from an old school. She said she landed it “on a wing and a prayer” when she returned to Baltimore seven years ago, after having studied at Towson University in her twenties.
I would describe the space as, perhaps appropriately, re-imagined institutional. Classroom numbers are still fixed to the top of the bedroom doors. Graham likes to think the dining room was once the principal’s office. It is high-ceilinged and airy, but personal too—decorated with heirlooms passed down from generations of women in her family who Graham calls the “daughters” before her.
Graham pointed out framed magazines she had hung on the walls—Amy Sherald’s “Breonna Taylor” on the cover of Vanity Fair and Kadir Nelson’s “Say Their Names” from The New Yorker—heralding these as accessible art.
They were what she could collect the many years she couldn’t afford more, and she values them as much as any priceless painting. Yet I think we saw what was most precious to her, when she led us down the hall to a painting by her late mother. We stood with it, talking a long time, while Jill measured her light.