Spoken words

Monday, August 31, 2009
I was never into poetry, but ever since I started listening to some poets on def-jam, it was a wrap...

loc update

Monday, August 24, 2009
It's been 1 month and growing strong

Back view. Rebel locs...they do what they want to do...


Monday, August 17, 2009
Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heart-ache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all [artists], all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there.

~Henry Miller

Emotions on paper

Thursday, August 13, 2009
Lately I've been painting a lot and feel real good mmm mmmm. It all started when this woman from Chi-Town saw my art work on myspace and asked me to do an interpretation of her daughter. My friends and few family members were the only folks who would compliment me and encourage me to continue painting so I was shocked when a complete stranger saw that thang in my art. I always felt like an amateur due to the fact that I do not have a degree in Art. I've been drawing since I was 4 years old, took two art classes in High School, and one course in College. Thus I considered myself a dilettante rather than an artist, and never even thought about sharing my artwork with others, until my Art teachers and English professor told me that I was being selfish.

How am I being selfish with my own hobby?

Is what I thought.

Recently I learned that what I do is not merely a hobby. I paint when I feel inspired, I paint when I need self-therapy, I paint when I want to give birth to an untold story, I paint when I can't express myself vocally, I paint when I'm in love, I paint to portray that being Black and natural is sexy, and I paint because it makes me feel alive. Not exposing myself to others was a selfish move because it's a gift that the Creator gave me. I discovered my talent at a young age but wasn't mature enough to know that it was my identity; my purpose.

However, I wish I was confident enough to be a full time Artist and join with other Black Artists who are continuing the Black=Beautiful revolution. But I'm still living in fear. I'm worried that I won't be able to make ends meet. I know that I'm on purpose when I paint because I feel that buzz, that electricity, that's telling me that this is what I should be doing, but I'm still conflicted.

My other mother, Maya Angelou says:

Don't make money your goal. Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and do them so well that people can't take their eyes off you. All the other tangible rewards will come as a result.
~Maya Angelou

I feel her and know exactly what she means, but how do I market myself is the question that remains.

I guess all I can do is trust God...

Amber Rose

Wednesday, August 12, 2009
I personally think Amber Rose is fierce snap snap

Good Hair Trailer

Monday, August 10, 2009

Au naturelle for life that's all I got to say.

These Kids Are In Kindergarten? Where Are The Parents??

Thursday, August 6, 2009
Kids these days...


Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Quote of the Day

Tuesday, August 4, 2009
"People will always try to take you down, or to make you feel less than your true worth, because they want you to feel the way they feel: sad and miserable, insecure, unhappy, etc. You can't let that happen to you"~Happy Nappy Head