Uproar
At first, I couldn't figure out why I was painting this, I just had a caged feeling. But as time went on and Chaos around the world continued, I then began to find my reasoning. A certain someone or groups of people decided to announce that they would stop acknowledging Black History Month. The African American community was moved. But, I saw a different perspective. I said "Well, who cares about their opinion to not acknowledge us with the extent time of a month anymore? That just means to me that those people have given themselves no choice but to acknowledge us entirely. This means all the things that we (black people) do and accomplish will no longer be acknowledged or announced within a month. No longer will we have to wait to receive true and pure praise amongst ourselves within a conducted time or space that makes us feel that at that time is when it's necessary? NOW, we can be as flamboyant in our heritage as possible at all times. Now, those people have no choice but to see us be ourselves purely, entirely, and every day. No more waiting til February to feel entitled to be black or even show black praise and love for one another as much as we feel. Now, by their mistake of announcing that they won't acknowledge the month, gives us (black people) all rights, (which we already had, just probably needed a push to say we had it) to do it all year round!
Painted on:20×20 stretch canvas (mixed media - acrylic paint, oil pastel, scrap-paper, matte gel medium)
At first, I couldn't figure out why I was painting this, I just had a caged feeling. But as time went on and Chaos around the world continued, I then began to find my reasoning. A certain someone or groups of people decided to announce that they would stop acknowledging Black History Month. The African American community was moved. But, I saw a different perspective. I said "Well, who cares about their opinion to not acknowledge us with the extent time of a month anymore? That just means to me that those people have given themselves no choice but to acknowledge us entirely. This means all the things that we (black people) do and accomplish will no longer be acknowledged or announced within a month. No longer will we have to wait to receive true and pure praise amongst ourselves within a conducted time or space that makes us feel that at that time is when it's necessary? NOW, we can be as flamboyant in our heritage as possible at all times. Now, those people have no choice but to see us be ourselves purely, entirely, and every day. No more waiting til February to feel entitled to be black or even show black praise and love for one another as much as we feel. Now, by their mistake of announcing that they won't acknowledge the month, gives us (black people) all rights, (which we already had, just probably needed a push to say we had it) to do it all year round!
Painted on:20×20 stretch canvas (mixed media - acrylic paint, oil pastel, scrap-paper, matte gel medium)
At first, I couldn't figure out why I was painting this, I just had a caged feeling. But as time went on and Chaos around the world continued, I then began to find my reasoning. A certain someone or groups of people decided to announce that they would stop acknowledging Black History Month. The African American community was moved. But, I saw a different perspective. I said "Well, who cares about their opinion to not acknowledge us with the extent time of a month anymore? That just means to me that those people have given themselves no choice but to acknowledge us entirely. This means all the things that we (black people) do and accomplish will no longer be acknowledged or announced within a month. No longer will we have to wait to receive true and pure praise amongst ourselves within a conducted time or space that makes us feel that at that time is when it's necessary? NOW, we can be as flamboyant in our heritage as possible at all times. Now, those people have no choice but to see us be ourselves purely, entirely, and every day. No more waiting til February to feel entitled to be black or even show black praise and love for one another as much as we feel. Now, by their mistake of announcing that they won't acknowledge the month, gives us (black people) all rights, (which we already had, just probably needed a push to say we had it) to do it all year round!
Painted on:20×20 stretch canvas (mixed media - acrylic paint, oil pastel, scrap-paper, matte gel medium)