On June 16th, Tupac Shakur would have been 46 years old. Somewhat in honour of that date, a film conceived 20 years ago and named after the rappers double cd album, All eyes in me, was finally released.
My fondest memory of Tupac is discovering his poetry, edited posthumously and performed by a disparate group of artists and writers and political figures. The Rose that grew from the concrete features recordings of Tupacs voice and musings in near dialogue with fellow wordsmiths.
The idea of any plant taking seed in the concrete in cities like New York is one that holds a special fascination for me. Luckily for us, it can be this simple. It also serves as a reminder.