The Renaissance Woman lays it all out on the table in her latest project Accidental Wine. This selection of ten songs is curated to prominent piano chords and laced with heavy, but whimsical lyrics. Each track is like a diary entry, often recounting in vivid detail her questions of purpose, responses to unrequited love, the admittance of self-doubt, and the strive to be defined by more than just her body on the journey of self-empowerment. Accidental Wine is honest and heart-wrenching as The Renaissance Woman brings us to her pain and allows it to filter through us. While we stand to evaluate the aftermath, The Renaissance Woman leaves us on a reminiscent note, asking, “where did all the time go?” in her final track, “Old Houses, Empty Fields”. It’s an examination all too familiar to those in our early twenties. Accidental Wine is not bold. Accidental Wine does not inflict discomfort because it’s not in your face. Instead, the searing ebbs and flows of hope The Renaissance Woman finds herself in as an American woman who will not stand for her womanism to be silenced is the unapologetic statement we all need.
April was a significant month for me:
We are officially a month (or longer for some states) into our stay-at-home orders.
*This has taken me a month to write, due to recent anxiety about COVID-19, and completely giving up on sharing an opinion that may not be necessary in these current times. However, I still want to share how I feel about All The Bright Places, because up until watching the premiere of the Netflix film, I believed this story was for me.
I’m spiraling, and it’s not a fun feeling.
Yesterday marked the first day of Black History Month, and this year (more than ever) black voices need to be elevated.