Art

Beyond Beauty: The Comfort of a Gee’s Bend Quilt 

    The quilts of Gee’s Bend, Alabama (also known as Boykin) have been classified as some of the most exceptional vernacular artworks in America while simultaneously compared to works by the great abstract expressionist painters. In fact, the very thing that made these series of quilted artworks…

IN YOUR IMAGE

I have seen fragments of eternity in the smile of an Afrikan face Contented by the chance to be visible in a world that sees us As monkeys that have just learnt to blend into the bigger picture. I have learnt to laugh with a dagger in my…

Poetry by Jon Purdue

BASTARD, BABY BOY. Born above a bread store. Muddy memory: Mom. Me. Mama. You. I knew then (that)…   You didn’t want me. Neither did she. Stories about me told then were Thinly veiled disgust.   My very favorite told and told and told again: You said “Mom,…

Shelter: Healing Self-Portraits of Victoria Lee Antoine-Fisher

Actually, I discovered her dramatic artwork at a First Friday art walk in Florence, AL.  When searching for someone to format my book and to do promotional artwork, I remembered Victoria Lee Antoine-Fisher.  Her artwork was compelling and her spirit was warm and strong.  She continues to impact…

Lena & Me: Christopher Smith

Our Guest Contributor, artist, Alex Wilhite burned Messenger up, strongly encouraging me to “Friend” a performance artist named Christopher Smith. “He’s from Chicago!” What’s so special about this guy, I’m wondering. Then, I browse his Facebook page. Yes, Smith is from Chicago, but Smith is also black, deaf,…

Sheltering Spirit: Art by Omileye

  “Dancing With Creation”       -YeYe Omileye Achikeobi-Lewis Yeye Omileye Achikeobi-Lewis M.Ed, NCC, LPCA is often referred to as an old spirit in a modern world who travels to local and international communities sharing universal and indigenous ceremonies and wisdom teachings which nurture compassion, oneness, balance…

From Frank Malaba’s Prosetry: Worth

August 5, 2018 Worth There is a place where hurt sits in the cradle of our souls. It gets deposited there and is pressed in. Once in a while, a cleansing occurs. Almost like how a refiner’s fire separates the gunk from pure gold. We use the treasurable…

BEING REBORN CULTURALLY

I have explored other cultures with the knowledge that they will be quite different from my own upbringing.  What is culture?  I would maintain that we all grow up in a particular community and national culture which has its own styles, conditionings, and attitudes.  Many people don’t ever…

Hearts, Breaths & Syllables

Let us not die before we live. Let us not fear pain that sometimes bridles passion. The girths of our hearts are emblazoned with scars that will never heal but grow us. We are tenacious in our weakness in a world that has loved us little and yet…