Went to the J. Randle Museum last weekend and honestly, it surprised me. I didn’t expect it to feel so calm and grounding, it’s not even that big but there’s this quiet energy about the place. The sculptures, the Yoruba stories, the way everything’s displayed it just makes you slow down a bit. You start noticing the little things like the shapes, the textures, the history sitting right in front of you. I took a few pictures, mostly just to remember how it felt being there. I think what stood ...