Author Archives: DaNice D Marshall

Sometimes, I wonder how different the world will be when women run things. I’m looking forward to less violence. I like sports, but I wonder what if boxing wasn’t on TV? I understand that it’s our very nature, that being human makes us hunters and gatherers, that is who we are at our base level.Continue reading “Her Matriarchy”

Words matter. Whether written, spoken or posted, because they are a powerful tool that can build up or break down a person’s being… human. #kindness #nativeamericanheritagemonth #art #artexhibition ##artistssupportartists #technygalleries #artcommunity #femaleartists #bostonartists #dopeart #museumsfromhome

“Her Broad Shoulders”24” x 20” I’m thinking about @staceyabrams right now. I’m thinking how she went up against a political machine that’s hundreds of years old- it’s cracked, it’s stale and it’s rusty. But as weak as it may sound, it’s also a solid mass that’s become stuck onto itself, it’s unable or unwilling toContinue reading “Art Socially Aware”

There’s a celebration going on somewhere, because someone is feeling good about life. It doesn’t seem to last forever. But in between texting, playing basketball and making work there’s a steady beat that keeps us going. In between the newspaper pages, the endless emails & streaming apps, there’s always a steady beat inside all ofContinue reading “Pause For heART”

For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be a writer. I didn’t have a clear path to that end, there always seemed to be something that I needed to do first. For instance, I needed to go to college. No one in my family had ever been, and I needed toContinue reading “Painting My Words”

My bucket list is simple, it only consists of my being able to thank people. No, not everyone, but those special people who make getting up every day a worthwhile activity. I started six years ago. Back then, it was easy because most of the people I wanted to thank were local, so I onlyContinue reading “Bright Moment: To Say Thanks”

“His Heavy Head” If I’m making my life look easy, it’s only so that others might try. I hope a little girl will see my art and she’ll succeed. That through my trials and tribulations, her path is less cumbersome, that she’ll navigate the art world with decorum and humility and a large dose ofContinue reading “Heavy Art”

“His Two Sweetest Dreams” Some of our best dreams don’t happen when we’re asleep. Instead, they happen in our wakefulness, when we stretch ourselves and reach goals. Too often we don’t acknowledge our accomplishments for ourselves. Instead we hope others will notice our content, like a post and pat us on the back & sayContinue reading “Acknowledging My Art”

I grew up, wanting to leave home. It seemed restrictive and boring. Nothing exciting ever happened. And it seemed to me, that every bit of joy that I might experience in life lay just beyond my front door. So I dreamt about the day I’d leave. The years passed slowly, as they do when you’reContinue reading “Art Trip Home”

At last! These legs of my journey. It’s been a long two weeks, for real.People who know me, haven’t seen me. Close family members who once hugged me, have had to keep a distance. And in all this time… I haven’t painted. Well, I did paint over a few paintings, in a moment of franticContinue reading “Last Legs. Art Journey”