The quilt is one of the most vibrant and American art forms there is. Quilts are not just blankets, they are woven histories: physical patchworks of memories stitched finger after finger, passed down hand-to-hand through generations of personal and family vulnerability. To call Arizona artist Karima Walker’s latest album a sonic quilt is to allude to it’s two most brilliant qualities. The more obvious: the album’s ability to stitch together sounds from multiple contrasting sources into a stunning picturecloth. The less-so: the album’s undeniable and unshakable roots that spread tendrils deep into American culture in order to craft a stark, yet bountiful folk artwork.
Album Review: Karima Walker’s Hands in Our Names
