Some people grow up with crayons and cartoons.I grew up with color. Texture. Linework. Story. I grew up with October Gallery. Tucked inside the heart of Philadelphia and rooted in the soul of our people, October Gallery wasn’t just a space to buy art—it was a school of thought. A sanctuary. An archive. And for me, a classroom where Black brilliance hung on the walls and whispered it’s lessons. Before I knew what a curator was, I …