Author Archives: DaNice D Marshall

How you fall is less important, than how you get back up. I fell ill in 2016, it took 4 years for me to adjust to my hearing loss & to accept that I will always need a cane in order to walk. I’ve found that laughing is better for me than crying. But IContinue reading “Hello Art, Keep Me Here”

Oh my, what a day! This one felt perfect. My family and friends say I’m a little too optimistic, but how can I not be? Or even better, why aren’t we all? In digital world where everyone is staring at their cellphones, on-demand and live-streaming, it’s important to remember to look up every once inContinue reading “Lunch with My Art”

This most amazing thing happened & it changed me forever. I’m so very grateful. Every once in awhile, Life Happens on such a massive scale that you have to stop to catch your breath. You wonder how it could’ve happened to you, how it could be so perfectly executed, when in fact you’ve been workingContinue reading “Gratitude for Art”

What if… we didn’t think of Wednesday as hump day? What if it wasn’t used as a signal of peak & flow, that then gives us permission to fall off? What if we thought of Wednesdays as we do of any other day of the week, but kept momentum going by a sustainable hustle &Continue reading “Wednesday’s Push for Art”

For those who know, Fridays are a big deal. There’s something extremely special about the day before the weekend. A time when making plans is the norm, exercising restraint in one’s spending flies out the window and a general lightness of being descends upon us, particularly after a long week. A Friday, unlike a MondayContinue reading “FriYah & My Art”

Recently, I found out that Boston public schools are no longer teaching cursive writing to the children. Are you kidding me? And I was immediately saddened. Because cursive writing is beautiful ✍️, (just look at the Declaration of Independence) Historically, being able to write our names, to pick up a pen and write our signaturesContinue reading “Open Call: Artivist”

Sometimes we don’t know what’s missing in our lives, until we receive it. Likewise, when we lose something that we once had. We find ourselves trying to fill the void, like a donut hole that’s intentionally left empty, we too make do with a hole in the middle. These past three years, art has filledContinue reading “Art, Transformative Art”

Woke. Crawled out if bed. Thank God, still here. Just a reminder, every day isn’t sunshine & rainbows. Some days are pure trudgery, filled with uncertainty & sadness. Disappointed by loved ones & let down by people I don’t know. It’s exhausting. Sometimes, I cry in the shower. Where no one can hear or seeContinue reading “My Art and Me”

2023✔️ What an amazing year! In great part, because so many people wished it for me last December 3. I’m so grateful 🙏🥰 Today, as I do my year in review, the first thing I noticed, was that the number 3 was so prevalent. 3 days ago, I received the #faychandleremergingart award. Thank you @artsinbostonContinue reading “My Art Year in Review”

“She’s Arriving. Right on Time”My homage to women. Just a friendly reminder, that we’re not hands on a clock, made to stop. We can keep moving. I’m so proud of myself! And although it would be nice, I don’t need likes and follows on social media or accolades. It took a long time for meContinue reading “Don’t Stop”