CREATION STORY

Written by Joyce Chen; Photographed by Jessica Smith

Speaking with Midnite Abioto is like reconnecting with an old friend, one who gets you thinking about reincarnation, and the passage of time, and how life itself is an art form, a nonlinear trajectory toward becoming.

“I truly believe in the spirit realm,” she tells me less than two minutes into our chat, “and I don’t believe that this life is our first life. I feel like we build on ourselves, our consciousness, throughout time, as we learn and develop.” She leans forward as she intimates: “I feel like I’m on a quest for myself. I haven’t arrived yet. The joy is truly in getting there.”

Ask Midnite about her artistic practice, and she will share with you a long litany of identities. None, of course, can fully encapsulate the who and the what of her being and doing, which is kind of the point. Now entering her mid-sixties, Midnite’s primary practice is actually one that sutures all of these identities together to create a new form entirely. She is, I decide by the end of our conversation, an alchemist.

Born in the ‘60s in Greenville, Mississippi, a small town in the Delta (“one of the towns in Mississippi where Black people could go during that era and build a world”), Midnite calls her childhood a “fairy tale for a Black person growing up in Mississippi.” She grew up surrounded by teachers, preachers, dentists, and lawyers. Her parents were educators who encouraged her curiosity and drive. “At an early age, I communicated that I wanted to change the world,” she says.

Her first step toward that goal involved an unexpected decision. Inspired by a lawyer at her church whom she admired, she went to law school, knowingly stepping into “a difficult pathway for a very imaginative young woman” given the law’s reputation as “one of the oldest, embedded, racist establishments.”

Ultimately, Midnite spent over thirty years in human rights law while also raising five daughters. She recalls once having to go to bankruptcy court in the next town over and not being able to secure a babysitter. Without hesitation, she and her then-husband packed the babies into their van and drove to court, where she handled the case while he waited outside with the children. Afterward, she promptly hopped into the backseat to nurse her babies the entire drive home. “[My parents] gave me this resilience, this gift,” she says. “We do what we have to do, and it makes us resilient people for the next challenge, which will come.”

In 2010, Midnite found herself laying down new roots on the West Coast. By then, she had separated from her husband, and some of her daughters had graduated from college. She was ready to leave the South for a different reality, which brought her first to California (“very expensive, and there was an earthquake”), and then to Oregon (“the nature was just astonishing”). She was drawn to the “fantastical realm” of the Pacific Northwest, and after a few years moving between New Orleans and Portland, she decided that her relationship to the region’s lush plant world had “mushroomed and grown.” She’s lived in Portland ever since.

Midnite’s childhood had blessed her with a potent imagination, and she used her creativity to turn the rigidity of legal practice into a superpower. “What I bring to the art is an analytical mind that was sharpened in those years,” she says. “Throughout all those years that I was practicing, I was also building the ideology of the legal oracle.”

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