
Yesterday at Politics and Prose Bookstore I was delighted to be invited into dialogue with my former colleague Joshua Hotaka Roth (Mount Holyoke College) about his marvelous new graphic memoir, Life Lines: Art, Memory, Relationship (University of Toronto Press, 2026). When teaching several years ago at Mount Holyoke I had the opportunity to encounter this project in its early stages. It is thrilling to behold it now as a completed, published work.
I approach the book in large measure as an anthropologist, in conversation with a fellow anthropologist. Joshua’s resonant title “Life Lines” suggests multiple associations. The phrase evokes, first and foremost, the inscrutable calligraphic “MOOPS” designs his father, a contemporary artist, created across the decades. I don’t believe Joshua offers us an etymology of the delightful term MOOPS, but it may be that the phrase is an amalgam of “me” and “oops”, along with a sense of the recursive “loops”of these spiraling graphic forms. That is to say, MOOPS may be a composite of the artist’s selfhood and the continuous inventive play of the accidental that anthropologist Claude Levi-Strauss termed “bricolage,” at the heart of the mythological imagination in so called “archaic” societies.
From “Helping” to Mutual Care
Late in his father Richard’s life, Joshua embarked on a collaborative project with his Dad to better understand these designs, hitherto only comprehensible to his father. The title “Life Lines” evokes the lines of Joshua’s own drawings chronicling his deepening understanding of his father’s life work, which takes us through his father’s experiences of home care and eventual death. This joint initiative, and the meaningful sense of mutual discovery it catalyzed, emerged as a metaphorical “life line” binding father and a son.
Such lines of mutual respect stand in striking contrast to how eldercare is usually organized in modern societies, in which the aged are relegated to care facilities that render them structurally invisible, subject to regimens of management that attend, with varying degrees of success, to their physical needs without necessarily honoring the entirety of their personhood. Joshua quotes medical anthropologist Janelle Taylor, with whom Ellen and I attended graduate school at the University of Chicago many years ago. Whenever her friends learned her mother was suffering from dementia, they inevitably asked Janelle if her mother still recognized her. The real question, Janelle notes, in reference to our aged loved ones, is “do we still recognize them?” Joshua’s entire book can be conceived of as an effort to live up to Janelle’s challenge: to recognize the full complex consciousness of the person directly across from us, to be present with them in the deepest sense, to enter with them into meaningful exchange even if the old words and so many of the memories that once informed the relationship have drifted off. In the give and take of touch, smiles, gestures, and even shared breath, the deeper life lines endure.
Speculatively, I wonder if the “lines” in question might in some ways evoke the most ancient forms of human inscription, including the rock and cave paintings of the Upper Paleolithic. On the cave walls of southern Europe and the rock-faces from southern Africa to Australia, that date back tens of thousands of years, such intricate designs bound together innumerable generations of artists. Each cohort of artist was inspired by inscriptions created by their ancestors, which they modified and added to, leaving behind gifts in turn for their posterity. (Joshua, suggestively, notes that one of his father’s favorite MOOPs was reminiscent of a Paleolithic fertility figure.) In diverse cultural words, these graphic forms played vital roles in generational succession, initiating cohorts of youth into maturity, passing on the enigmatic mysteries of ancestral wisdom. For countless millennia, to be human has been to engage in the making, deciphering, and remaking of such life lines, which by definition escape easily understanding. Anthropologist Alfred Gell once characterized art as a “technology of enchantment” that bound together creator and viewer through dense layers of “cognitive indecipherability”, producing cascading webs of influence and mutual enchantment. Such is the power of “life lines” that bind together parent and child, and, more broadly, link the generations that come before and which will come after.
Language, Story-telling, Abstraction
In reference to the dynamics of generational succession, a questioner speculated that the father’s MOOPS might in part be inspired by kanji, the Chinese derived ideograms, and perhaps the Japanese syllabaries hiragana and katakana that Richard must have become familiar with through his Japanese wife and fellow artist. His mother was, his father always said, the “pillar of the family”, while he, a lover of creature comforts, was the “pillow of the family.” The mother dies late in the book, but perhaps her spirit lives onwards in the MOOPS that continue to unite father and son, through evocations of the East Asian ideograms that are compressed abstractions from the observed world.
Following on this discussion, anthropologist Ellen Schattschneider brought in Levi-Strauss’ structuralist discussion of abstraction as a generative system that is foundational to human thought and communicative systems. A phoneme is not, after all, an actual sound, but rather an abstracted concept that is distinguished from other abstracted phoneme-concepts through a series of structural contrasts. Culture too for Levi-Strauss is built upon such inter-related contrastive abstracted forms, including kinship terms and mythological images (“mythemes” for Levi-Strauss) that are defined contrastively to other abstractions. In this sense, Ellen proposed, Richard’s abstracted MOOPS encapsulate something profound about the operations of language and culture themselves, arbitrary contrastive operations that condense fundamental processes of meaning-making.
Pondering Ellen’s point, it occurred to me that Victor Turner, in building on Levi-Strauss’ insights, argued in his classic work on the liminal period in Rites of Passage that the radical transformative power of the liminal often depends on abstraction, including simplified masks or material objects that strip away all superfluous details in order to illuminate, for initiates or initiators alike, the fundamental system of contrastive relations out of which a cultural world is produced. The shrinking-down of our attention in abstraction, in other words, is key to processes through which we are moved through the life cycle and achieve higher level of psychosocial integration.
Ethnographic Encounters
Whatever the precise sources of these inscriptive codes, I am struck that Joshua, an anthropologist to the core, operates as an ethnographer venturing into foreign territory, to inhabit, if only incompletely, the lifeworld of others. Anthropologists inevitably operate in the shadow of the Tower of Babel, negotiating a core paradox; as members of the human species, we all ultimately share common origins and are united by a deep cognitive unity, yet we are divided by profound differences of language and culture. Inevitably, the overlap between anthropologist and Native, between guest and host, is only partial, and yet, miraculously, that is often enough for deep mutual understanding to unfold.

In a particularly poignant example of this partial encounter, on p. 123, Joshua addresses his Dad: “MOOPS allow you to write statements only you can read. Is the calligraphic quality of MOOPS supposed to suggest a hidden transcript?“ The question is reminiscent of political scientist James Scott’s concept of the ‘hidden transcript’, a touchstone of modern anthropological analyses. which often emphasizes decoding the perspectives of the subaltern.
Yet to his son’s question Richard responds in a way that indicates his frame of reference is quite different: “ Hmm. MOOPS are a device that help me generate interesting visual compositions.” In other words, Joshua’s primary orientation is towards decoding textual meaning in the MOOPs, whereas his father the artist emphasizes the power of image.
Their alternate stances from these varied points of view, is beautifully illustrated in the successive double pages of pp. 124-125, and pp. 126-127. In the first sequence, Joshua is shown in the upper left, gazing into a vast unfolding page of MOOPS.

Then on the next sequence, as we turn the page, the father Richard is visible on the upper right, gazing into another page of piled inscription, dubbed a “Tower of Babel.”

Their perspectives are different, yet they meet in the middle, and that meeting, like the pursuit of cross cultural exchange in the anthropological project, is a form of life-giving exchange.
A further intriguing instance of cross-cultural exchange is suggested by Richard’s incorporation of design motifs from the textile art of the Kuba people of Central Africa. In Flash of the Spirit, art historian Robert Faris Thompson famously observes that African music and art forms are often enlivened the off beat phrasing of accents, breaking the expected continuum of surface regularity, by staggering and suspending established pattern. Something similar, we might speculate, unfolds with Richard’s MOOPs, characterized by poly-rhythmic musicality of overlapping off beats. The eye cannot quite determine where to rest, and that “cognitive indecipherability” is part of what so seductively draws us in.
Trauma and Healing
At times, Joshua speculates that his father carries traces of trauma, from his own experiences of wartime service, in the US Army, at which he was an observer at the Nuremberg war crime trials, and later in Haganah Zionist paramilitary struggles to establish Jewish sovereignty in British mandate Palestine. In this respect, it would be interesting to interpret the spiraling lines of the MOOPs as cracks in the artist’s psyche and lifeworld, which may reveal both fractures and possibilities of healing. One is put in mind of the well known lyrics of Leonard Cohen’s Anthem:
“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in”
Political Economies, and Moral Economies, of Care
Finally, I am intrigued by the globalized political economy of care that runs through this narrative. The primary caregivers in the story are Black immigrant women from Jamaica and Guyana, who are heirs to a long complex colonial history in the Black Atlantic, binding together peoples of African descent into vast extractive industries, including sugar production and the Atlantic slave trade, which have led to lines of immigration into the North American metropole, where many of them became employed in healthcare. One of the many ironies of our current care system is that eldercare depends, in places like New York City, on women of color, from societies that revere elders and honor to wisdom of seniors, while residing as subaltern in wealthy modern social formations that suffer from paroxysms of of xenophobia, seen most recent in the current wave of mass deportation. Our current war against “the stranger in our midst” is not unconnected to our strange campaign against care for our own elders and those in need. This beautiful book, ultimately, is a call to resurrect the life lines that ought to bind together resident and immigrant, young and old, the relatively privileged and the relatively precarious, into a larger community of care and compassion.
The author suggest that in a future project he might explore that lifeworlds of the immigrant women of color who gave unstinting care to his father in his final years, even during the terrors of the Covid-19 Lockdown. Such a sequel, honoring these postcolonial “life lines,” will be well worth the wait.















Kevin Dumouchelle, Curator, National Museum of African Art. Curator, Here: Pride and Belonging in African Art. Editor, Here: Pride and Belonging in African Art (Smithsonian Books, 2026, in press.)
Serubiri Moses, Curator, Here: Pride and Belonging in African Art.
Tobi Onabolu is a London-born artist-filmmaker, writer, and cultural producer, based in Grand Popo, Benin Republic. His interdisciplinary practice spans moving image, installation, performance, sound, and the creation of long-term cultural platforms, approaching art as a living process rather than the production of isolated objects. Director of Dear Black Child . See:
Paul Emmanuel, artist (Johannesburg, South Africa) Featured work:
Ṣọlá Olúlòde, artist (Brixton, UK) Featured works: Eternal Light; Stitched to You.
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Lwando Scott holds a PhD in Sociology, and is currently a Senior Researcher at the Centre for Humanities Research at the University of the Western Cape. Scott is an interdisciplinary scholar with a focus on gender and sexualities, on how these categories must be linked to ideas of freedom in post-apartheid South Africa. Scott is interested in the nature of post-apartheid freedom, in thinking with and through the South African Constitution, to upend legacies of slavery, colonialism, and racial domination whose effects extend into the contemporary moment. Thus, Scott’s scholarship is engaged in the complex ways gender and sexuality are sometimes omitted in discussions on the legacies of colonialism and apartheid and the impact of this omission on contemporary understanding of these categories.
Musoke Nalwoga is an independent curator and researcher with a focus on contemporary art. Born and raised in Uganda, she currently lives and works between Amsterdam, and Antwerp. Nalwoga’s curatorial practice is forging new institutional structures that hack, subvert, and productively add to the systems that exhibit, exchange, and archive the specific art (his)stories of African diaspora. Nalwoga is the founding director of MOTORMOND; a black queer Art Space that is dedicated to circulating critically grounded Pan Diasporic Cultures. Nalwoga has been appointed as co-curator of the Noorderlicht Photography Biennale 2027. Instagram: cyborgtruffle 

