Him a Shotta

I wasn’t going to post this, but Maria has insisted that I do. I must apologize for the bad accent, but love kinda lingers and you do what you must. So, mon Juliette, this one is for you.    

God Is Sufficient

All over the world hearts pound with the rhythm Fear not of men because men must die Mind over matter and soul before flesh Angels hold a pen keep a record in time Which is passing and running like a caravan trader The world is overrun with the wealthy and the wicked But God is…

Wednesday Short Film Festival, Week 2: Palabras

Well, it’s time for another Wednesday Short Film Festival, and since I’m getting to it late, let’s jump right in. No big thoughts or political agendas, just a few smiles. Sin: First up, here’s “Dandelions” by Illimite Productions, directed by Syam Chandrasekhara Menon. Now, for a dramatic change of pace, here’s “This Way Up.” Finally,…

What’s My Race?

The above chart represents my DNA makeup, according to the DNA test I had done. Understand that all of my life, I was told I was Black (and other representations thereof) despite having promoted myself from Black to Human in my 30s. As a child, I was sometimes told I wasn’t “black enough” because I…

Art Confessions

I had a dear, sweet friend ask me the other day why this blog looks like “articles.” It was an excellent question, as I originally set it up to capture my random thoughts and never cared if anyone but my closest friends read it. It’s evolved to being about art, or rather, my take on…

Wednesday Short Film Festival

I’m starting a weekly feature, a short film “festival” of one or two films. I won’t tell you what they’re about, except that they have a common theme. This week: “Identity” and “Boy.”  

Nah

I definitely wasn’t Hendrix in a past life, but good to know I’m still “out there” when it comes to evaluations. The downside of taking risks in art is that you fail more than you succeed. The upside (and occasionally the downside) is that when you look around the herd is nowhere near. Woe betide…

Different

1. 2. 3. We are either defined by what joins us or what separates us. We are the only ones who can decide what is truth: the differences or the similarities.