“Guardian” has been accepted into the “Soul and Spirit of Black Joy” national exhibition at the Ellington-White Contemporary Gallery!
I am truly honored that my photograph “Guardian” has been accepted into the “Soul and Spirit of Black Joy” national exhibition at the Ellington-White Contemporary Gallery in Fayetteville NC! Thank you to jurist Shirley Woodson for including my work with such talented artists!
"Soul & Spirit: Celebrating Black Joy" National Juried Exhibition
Ellington-White Contemporary Gallery
301 Hay Street
Fayetteville, North Carolina
Dates: January 27– March 04, 2023
Artists Reception: Friday, January 27th from 7 – 9 p.m.
There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns.
Why do some days we feel so blue?
I try not to worry if I've been a little sad or lethargic lately — these emotions happen naturally, and luckily, I have been strong enough to manage them on my own. But this morning, I was greeted by a photograph taken by a past expressive arts client of our time together. Depression hates a moving target.
“ . . .between the familiar and the completely unknown. There alone is our old world left behind, while we are not yet sure of the new existence. That’s a good space where genuine newness can begin.”
(from the Wrentham Series)
Sometimes being award cash at the holidays is a wonderful thing!
"Black and White" with "Excess" awarded first prize
New York Center for Photographic Art
New York, New York
The cast hand of Daniel Chester French taken at his studio in the Berkshires of Massachusetts reminds me that how natural it seems to
describe our human evolution—“point,” “probe,” “touch,”
“tweak”—with terms that apply to our hands? And now, we type and text.
I am [pleased], [thrilled], [honored], [happy], [delighted],[over the moon], [mildly amused] that this piece didn’t receive any awards or mentions today . . . and that is perfectly fine. I embrace the story of its creation, the journey it is on and that is all that really matters.
We aren’t born humble. In a way, it is more difficult to learn authentic humility than it is to learn Latin or the violin or how to do fine lace work. The Self gets in the way of humility especially in social media with the urge to feature the narrow, limited “Look at me Me ME!” theme rather than just pure seeing.
I want things to mean more and more; I want to see more and more. To see is to be humble.
I struggle, maybe we all do, with this.
I’ve seen some art exhibits recently that are so beautiful that I can’t find any strength or self-confidence to create. But that feeling will pass, because create we must.
“On the left side of a strong woman, stands a strong man; he is strengthened by her character.”
~Ellen J. Barrier
You who sit there are not the same people who came in the door. These states are separate.