Q: How did you start dancing and come to where you are now?
A:
I started dancing at 3 and was a tap dancer and an African dancer at a center for arts of the African diaspora. And I just kept on tapping up to the level that they said if I were to take any more classes I should start doing modern and jazz. So I kept tumbling into dance and trying different genres and never really stopped.

On Tuesday, February 21st, WAMH and the Hip Hop Club co-hosted a concert in the Marsh Arts House featuring sophomore Isaiah Lewis, Mal the Oddity (Amal Buford ’19), ELUCID and Milo. The low turnout for a Tuesday night concert offered an initially awkward yet surprisingly effective cozy vibe for what has been vaguely characterized as experimental rap. It feels weird to attempt to categorize the performer’s ranging styles.

A Wise and Caring Voice
Becky Danning loves people, and people love Becky Danning. That sentence may sound rather trite, but it truly describes Danning’s relationship with the world around her. When I tell my friends that I’m writing a profile on Danning, they ooh and ah in a way that would make her incredibly uncomfortable. But these reactions make plenty of sense when you observe Danning, whether she’s surrounded by friends on the first floor of Frost or inspiring an awed silence while singing at Coffee House or a Sabrinas concert.

Q: What arts are you involved in?
A: I do visual art, digital design and drawing. My favorite media are ink and charcoal — really like the high contrast you can get.

Mary Beth Meehan’s open-mindedness and awareness shape her visualizations of other people’s lives through photography.

Through her interest in the way the world can be “studied and digested into narrative,” Meehan proves that there is always more to be heard from the people we pass on the street. Writing a portrait about someone who takes them so thoughtfully is not an easy undertaking, but this unease speaks to the magnitude of Meehan’s abilities.

Stories are Greater than Frames

Caroline Katba’s distinctive style had caught my eye in passing the many times I had seen her smoking a cigarette and holding intent conversations on the sunlit benches in front of Frost.

In her black leather pumps, perfectly tailored dresses and red lipstick, Katba has a commanding, glamorous presence. She is a little intimidating in the way that she seems older than she really is, a cosmopolitan quality that makes perfect sense taking into account the independence with which she has carried herself throughout her life.