ed. iii vol. i
photo x kriss abigail
when was the last time you pause.d for a breath?
SLOW
DOWN!
just finished reading Aurdre Lorde's, Zami. Lorde, moreso than any other artist/free thinker has greatly impacted my preceptive of life, art, blackness, + much more. in an upcoming edition i'll delve deeper but for now. brush up on lorde's work by listening to me recite one of my favorite poems of hers 'a litany for survival'+ read 'the master's tools will never dismantle the master's tools.' now i know this is one of her most famous quotes but have you read the full essay? 'cause she goes OFF in her opening statement. C'mon LORDE!
9.4.17
edition three is here ya'll. the juice is in the details. so please engage. play. get 'em. interact. SHARE but really i just want ya'll to enjoy 'em!
tiff got me pulling tarot cards. my recent pull was le bateleur (the magician). because of this i've been reflecting on what it means to be a conduit and ways we as humans can be our own stumbling block.
if you don't know about King Khan's Black Power Tarot Deck. Check it out. They are stunning and purposefully made.
this way to a bootleg pdf. (courtesy of the web) click "Lorde"
hint
for my touch screeners.
past editions are in the stars
I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater
Ain't got no perfume, ain't got no bed
Ain't got no man
Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schoolin'
Ain't got no love, ain't got no name
Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
Ain't got no god
Hey, what have I got?
Why am I alive , anyway?
Yeah, what have I got
Nobody can take away?
Got my hair, got my head
Got my brains, got my ears
Got my eyes, got my nose
Got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, got my chin
Got my neck, got my boobies
Got…
'cause i came of age in a land where whites were worn with the greatest of reverence. ignoring the scent of bleach hugs.
'cause we’ve assigned meanings to hues.
'cause there was a time where brown bags were held up to brown skins. determining the worth of beings.
the hue of white. the absence of color. clean palate. we paint our galleries, museums, chic modern minimalist designed rooms. floor boards. white.
religions done their rituals in white.
‘cause i like my whites sullied.
i see brown paper and burlap as a working folks material, a piece of my linage.
'cause i am always looking for the stain. the smear of pressed perfection. the humanity.
the brown pages 'cause i am working on retraining my eyes. challenging my brain to register brown in any context in which color is used to cleanse my perception.
'cause brown paper is gentle to our earth.
'cause i was born po’ but was taught that having little meant nothing to worth.
'cause i have seen brown skinned folks build new worlds out of nothing but breath and imagination. and thrive.
'cause i believe queen simone when she sang.
learn about the brown paper bag test
my favorite costume piece is this dirty ass button up shirt. thrifted. this shirt appears in 'lost in the world' & 'dynamite' and has traveled across the USA with me. it feels like a piece of home.
that's right. be among the first to know when the newest edition is published and GAIN access to the "we got 'em" exculsive content that be available in a coming edition.
photo x JI Yang
black as eye wanna be (my first solo show) was where burlap + brown paper first started appearing in my work. the arrow will take you to some photos.
do you
yeah...duh!
photos x Ji Yang + VAM
coutdown til edition iv is published!
until then, consider sharing the brown pages with someone who edifies you.
head to the performance
page to see where i'll be next...
i'm out here
