Spray painted, blended background. Freehand abstract design. Painted on a side of an old cardboard box I broke down. Maybe one day I won’t feel like buying canvas to paint on is an excess I can’t afford.
As Black History month comes to a close, I’m sharing a song written during the BLM protests in 2020. When I think about my family history, I’m reminded how I can only trace back so far and how I’ll never know exactly where my ancestors came from, all those unanswerable questions. I often feel like a black speck in the milk, out of place and rootless trying to navigate this unwelcoming society. But mostly this song is a response to those who don’t want people who look like me here. Guitar & voice. Also on streaming services.
My mother painted the black and red brushstrokes of this heart and I added the other elements, made a card. It reminds me of bandaged flesh, something on the mend. I’m trying to recover now from the past 2 months, but I’m struggling and unsolicited hope / optimism is making it worse. Upsetting because it doesn’t work on me anymore.
This is my submission for the contest this year. I don’t expect to win but I thought this was a good one to enter with. Better than last year’s submission. This song relates to how changed or sick a person may obviously be, but those around them won’t approach the issue out of fear or other reasons. I’ve been that person being looked at before.
I used a circle piece of card board from a package for painting and used shards of some flawed custom CDs that I never threw out due to the image I’d put on them. I saw another life for those shards and a few found a place in this piece.
New free hand painting I completed over the weekend. I haven’t done one of these in a long time, but it filled the days well as I wait to start my new job. It’s dedicated to having left an abusive work environment and hoping my next chapter is better. Knowing I’m worth better than what I left behind, despite how I was made to feel upon leaving. I won’t fall for that ever again.