The slaves in America was freed.
That’s 1865.
Civil Rights started 89 years later. That’s 1954.
In theory, it’s possible that your great-grandmother was alive when slavery ended.
So in order for you to say “slavery ended 400 years ago”… wait until 2265… if you’re alive at the time.
This is what it looks like when your surrounded by love but don’t know how to feel it
I threw an Open House Art Auction! There’s more to come
I once painted a canvas with a boy We made art together That boy was not nice One day I punched a hole through the canvas He apologized and I forgave him I picked up the pieces to the canvas I destroyed I taped it together I stapled It was something new Later on this boy popped up Well he didn’t pop up I messaged him And he kept responding I guess Secretly he did as I hoped So I forgave him again And thought to make the art we made And I destroyed Into something even newer I took the canvas And let the pieces that fell apart I took some photos That I destroyed and reassembled (Clearly this dude made me crazy) And let those pieces fall apart I put them all together on a new canvas Something to commemorate the journey And still acknowledge that it was a journey This boy finally admitted He was not just a boy He was not nice He was A boy who didn’t belong in my life I took the canvas apart once again I took off the old torn painting I took off the reassembled torn pictures I took off the little Knick Knacks I added along the way I torn it all apart and was left With a blank canvas I replaced that blank canvas with a work of art With a person Who I think is myself If not me entirely Then a little bit of me I took that blank canvas and filled it I filled it with me My heart My feelings I put the thing in the space that should’ve taken up that actual space in the beginning I filled the blank canvas with love With admiration I filled it with a face A face I did not pay attention to A face I should’ve looked at more A face I saw A face I now see I think Maybe I’m projecting Maybe I’m interpreting my own art wrong But this is how it made me feel. 🖤✌🏾
I’ve been working with the Bearded Ladies Cabaret for the last two months and it’s allowed me to re-come out. Or just accept that I’m accepted everywhere I go. And the people who see me see me, and love me .
J’s Milagro, Jean-Michel Basquiat
Medium: acrylic,crayon,wood,metal
https://www.wikiart.org/en/jean-michel-basquiat/j-s-milagro
In the mist of it all
I shine
In the space of existence
I float
I swim
I tred
I become
I move though time
As my own light
I move with grace
I stumble
I fail
I make wrong turns
But each step I take
Is the right one
The journey is even more
If not
Just as
Important as the unknown destination
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A beam of being slides through the universe
What would you call such a happenstance?
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Life.
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