What prompted you to get into the field of design and architecture?
I've always been an artist, ever since I could pick up a pencil. Growing up, my family kept me involved in various activities that unintentionally honed my creative genius. At a very early age, I would dedicate time to projects like painting homes with my grandfather and creating unique art projects with my mother. My village embraced my skills and, more importantly, formed the foundation of my multidimensional brain.
I would say my life as an artist officially started when I got to high school. During my freshman year at Loyola, I decided to take Art as an elective. I enrolled myself in a sketching class with Mrs. Turner. This was one of the best decisions I ever made. Mrs. Turner provided structure and technique to my talents; she became my mentor and muse. When I got to my senior year, she asked me, "What do you plan on studying in college?" Initially, I wanted to be a graphic designer or a storyboard artist for movies. She ended our conversation by asking, "What about architecture?" Once she said that, the light bulb lit up over my head like an old cartoon. At that moment, I realized that I've always admired architecture but never considered pursuing it professionally. Unfortunately during that time, within the black culture, architecture was rarely prompted as something people should take on as a trade. When you think about it, everything around us is architecture. So many buildings, masses, and volumes make up the landscape in which we inhabit. We don't get taught the details and its processes within our community. So, I researched after my conversation with Mrs. Turner and decided that I wanted to do this. Little did I know, being an architect was divine. Here is where it gets deep: in 2007, I was accepted into Hampton University's Masters of Architecture program. During my senior year, the faculty held a lecture where historians spoke about architecture and black architecture within the United States.
Now, before I go any further, let me brief you with a quick back story. My great grandfather, Joseph Lacour, passed two months before the historian came to my school. During that time, my cousin told us about our family history at my great grandfather's funeral. I learned where we come from within Louisiana and around the states, our origins, and our family's surnames. Two of the names mentioned were the Metoyers and LaCour's. Now, let's flash forward to the historian's lecture. When she started telling us about the history of black architecture within the U.S., she mentioned that one of the first black architectural families in America were the Metoyers from Louisiana. I shouted with excitement from the back of the auditorium, "HOLY SHIT, THAT'S MY FAMILY!" My first time catching the holy ghost, lol. I thought it was just a bug or something that I was always interested in, something I just naturally had a talent for, but it was my calling to be an architect. I believe that says so much about the history that is stripped from our culture. Often, we think we may have these talents or these little itches of different things we like to do, but it's actually what we are destined to be doing.