It was surreal to drop off my black assemblage pieces to the Musuem of Science and Industry this past weekend. I haven’t been here since I was a young girl. The juried exhibition opens on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, January 16th and will be on display until February 16th. I look forward to seeing all the other participating work in the show. I will keep you updated on the juried prizes.
I have reached down deep. So deep that the coolness of the spring began to sting my fingertips. Tracing ripples and waves. So deep that my warm tears become dew. These tears became the stains of sorrow. There’s no staining of this well water. Cold. Blue. Dripping. Wet. Water. I have reached down deep. So deep that the coolness of the spring began to sting my fingertips.
This never fails…I approach someone with full intentions of networking and business….then they hit me with a fatal attraction. I call it fatal because they’re too busy making googley eyes to hear me conducting business. This art doesn’t sell itself! I appreciate the flattery and honesty but it would be great to lock in a transaction instead of an “interaction” if you know what I mean.
This is the outcome of an earlier post called Nude Series 1 investigating the history of the black female nude. I’m satisfied with this although it’s not complete. I joined together 3 pieces of sanded colored paper to create the size. I’ll post dimensions of the drawing soon.