This painting is small, 6in x 4in I think. Not sure I even have it anymore, but I think I understand what I was trying to say now when it was made. It is painful watching efforts come to nothing again and again. Things go wrong, then keep going wrong whether one can handle it or not. I hate it here most of the time, for real.
More flowers I folded out of unused coffee filters.
That Be the Day
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.
Sweet Flavor With A Bite
I never could figure a title for this one, but it reminds me of candy that has some sharpness to it. Or like a sweet personality that can also cut without warning.
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.
Link to the print from my Zazzle shop : https://www.zazzle.com/self_affirm_poster-228904341017946114?rf=238144468071759617
HAVE IT BE TOLD
Another guitar piece from late summer. Music is one of very few safe spaces for my honesty. Shameful how dark at times, but turning away is not an option as long as I’m here.
Card Collage #23
Left pic is the cover and the right is collage on the inside.
I took these last Saturday morning from the back yard.
Music & Art = Life
Collage on the cover of my note book.