Essay and photos by Autumn Tyler (MMediaSt'19), media studies PhD candidate
It was mid-September and 98 degrees at 9 p.m. in Albany, Georgia, as we sat on Vetta’s front porch talking and drinking Dr Pepper.
In the year since I left Texas, I had forgotten what humidity felt like. Sweat was dripping off my body from everywhere. I’d traveled to Albany from «Ƶ to photograph Vetta, who uses the pronoun they, for Roots. Self. Gaze., an exhibit I was preparing on Black LGBTQ+ artists from the South for my thesis project.
Lightning bugs lit up the front yard as Vetta talked to me about moving to Arizona for a few years before deciding to return home.
“I spent my whole life in Georgia, but after graduating from college, I wanted to go out and explore for a while. I ended up in Arizona, and I liked it, but I didn’t see anyone like me,” they told me. “There’s something about being in the South, being home, that I took for granted. I love the South and my people, and I don’t want to leave again.”
Like others I’d photographed for the project, I met Vetta through a mutual friend on Instagram. I could tell they were serious about not moving away again. While Vetta talked, I realized we had a lot in common.
Having grown up in Fort Hood, Texas, before moving to Denton for my undergraduate studies, I knew that I wanted to leave my home state at some point and saw graduate school as my out. When I decided to apply to graduate school, I applied to all out-of-state universities.
What I thought was me feeling stifled was really me just looking for a change. As I started to work on my project, it occurred to me that to move forward and grow, I had toreturn to my roots.
Roots. Self. Gaze. helped me do just that.
Over the course of four weeks, I traveled 4,395 miles and took over a thousand photographs. In Texas, I photographedKristalin Killeen,Derrelin Dallas andBriin Southlake. Next cameVettain Albany, Georgia, andDaniellein Boston, where she had moved from Houston.
“These are the same trees our ancestors looked at. The same ground their blood was spilled on. There’s power in that."
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