In Honor of Black History Month

Dunbar's Mask

Dunbar’s Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
       We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
       We wear the mask!

Harlem

Sometimes a poem inspires me to illustrate it. This is one of my favorite poems and the painting that it inspired:


Harlem

by Langston Hughes

What happens tIM000040.JPGo a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat
Or crust and sugar over - 
Like a syrupy sweet

Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load. 

Or does it explode?

 

Prize Fighting

IM000744.JPGI never got cereal prizes because I had a great mother and 3 siblings.

My mother was concerned about our nutrition, so she never bought pre-sweetened cereal – the good stuff with the prize. Instead we were treated to Shredded Wheat and Special K – they never had prizes. Plus – having 3 siblings, there would be no way we would share the prizes without a fair degree of bloodshed. Continue reading

$2,800????

footballI’m from Pittsburgh and live in Denver, so I bleed football. OK this year’s playoff games didn’t leave me too thrilled but I am still excited to watch the SUPER BOWL.

I am going to watch from home, thank you – the $2,800 ticket price is a little beyond my budget, unless I sell another painting (just kidding.) $2,800 just to watch a game??? What happened to team sports for the masses? Continue reading

Walk-ins Welcome

Warm Friend on a Cold Day is available as duvet cover, pillow, prints and more on Fine Art America.IM000777.JPG

My only grandchild lives 1500 miles away. He is six years old. My husband and I went to visit him last month – this is how it went:

ME: May I speak to Andre?

PERSON ON THE OTHER END: Is he expecting your call?

ME: No.

PERSON ON THE OTHER END: Whom shall I say is calling?

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Thanks, Obama

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Black Love is Black Power

Politics aside, I’d like to thank President and Mrs. Obama for bringing 8 years of class, elegance, love, grace and warmth to the White House.

Wishing the Obama family much success in their future endeavors. You will be missed.

This original print is also available as a shower curtain, pillow, phone case, coffee mug and much more.

Facing Freedom

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Facing Freedom

Prints, phone cases, coffee mugs, and more available on FineArt America.

I want to retire but I can’t do the math. I have no idea how long I expect to live, so how could I possibly know whether or not I have enough money to last me until I die?

Back in the day, retirement was simple — 65, gold watch, have a nice life with a pension. You know, a monthly income that lasted until death – sorta like old school marriage.

If you got sick or senile (old school for Alzheimer’s) you lived with one of your children in their assisted living facility. (Although the thought of living with my children is not one that I cherish)

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