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What if we painted and drew pictures for every wall?
What if we put art on our walls in a fierce display of vibrant colors? What if we became sensitive to the qualities of color, textures and experiences. Seeing how a broad field of color builds up & creates a contrast of life, peace, love and harmony. People too. What if… š #BeMyValentine #HappyValentinesDay
Emotional. That feeling we get, when weāre choked up and frustrated. When it feels like we canāt speak, because the vowels got stuck in our throats.
I was inspired to paint this while listening to The Temptationsā āAināt Too Proud To Begā
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When I was growing up, I would be mesmerized by kids who could Double Dutch Jump rope. I myself, never learnt how to jump.
I think it mightāve been because I couldnāt jump high enough, or maybe it was because I couldnāt move my legs fast enough, over the passing ropes. But whatever it was that prevented me from learning how, it surely wasnāt because of a global pandemic.
I was just thinking, what are todayās children going to grow up and not have learnt? What part of their journey will be delayed or missed out on?
I wonder, do they miss watching kids jumping Double Dutch jump rope? I do. So, Iām adding this thought to my growing list of things we lost because of the Wrath of āRona.
My walls arenāt meant to just hold up the ceiling or separate the rooms. While those are of course, excellent reasons for a wallās existence, what if the other reason for a wall, besides hanging a photograph and the occasional clock is to add joy & color?
When I look at my walls, I see spaces to add another painting. If my walls could talk… I hope theyāre bragging about how I dress them up, with original art, my paintings.
Howās your walls? #GotArt
#OriginalArt #GotPaintings
These queens of the community, the survivors and strivers who share stories and inspire one another. Who stretch a dollar out of fifteen cents, and provide food and a roof over their abandoned childrenās heads.
These women will raise children to dream of great heights. They will believe that they can become SOMEBODY. And theyāll not benefit from role models or many gifts from philanthropists.
These women will raise boys to become men in a patriarchal society that celebrates Mothers, one day out the year. And these women will raise girls to become women in a patriarchal society that struggles to encourage women to be something other than Mothersome.
These queens of the project. Survivors.
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This was her first notable achievement, the one in which she would build up her confidence, allow her to take risks and opened the pathway to opportunity, the gateway of happiness.
Now she cooks, drives fast cars, directs movies & takes meetings.
But one of the early WoW moments in her life was pedaling. Transitioning from a tricycle to a two-wheeled bike! A sweet accomplishment that opened the road toward other achievements, her success & freedom.
In 2020 I didnāt get to attend not one holiday party. For me, thatās the one thing I really like about working and about having job. Itās literally the only time when bosses and my co-workers loosen up, when we can all be our authentic selves. The āHolidazeā with its bonuses, cocktails & laughter.
Like everyone else, Iām so over āRona and this never-ending pandemic. And even though I donāt like needles (who does?) Iām looking forward to getting the vaccine. Because it means a change up, slowing down the numbers and perhaps may lead to closure, so whatever it takes to end this madness, right? Right. Because I for one, donāt want to lose another Christmas, ever again.
Iād prefer to complain about having had Christmas, about how itās become too commercialized and how Iāve spent too much money, than to not have a Christmas at all. Because I like to sing and laugh.
So 2021 is going to be better, I can feel it.
Next year weāll look back on the 2020 holiday that almost wasnāt. Weāll respectfully toast the lives that COVID-19 took and weāll share in gratitude of those lives that were saved by front liners, our heroes.
And eventually this pandemic will end.
āHello World!ā And once again, weāll be able to go places and travel. Oh how nice itāll be to meet people! Iām going to smile at everybody, because for too long my smile was hidden under a mask.
And Iām going to be super kind to people, strangers and my family. Because Iāve yelled a lot, my anger and frustration has been displaced, itās had that impact. But change is coming and Iām going to look & see more deeply than just eyes.
Iām excited to be a part of the Great Society ReBoot, after āRona leaves and we get together again. Until then, stay safe & stay optimistic,
Happy New Year 2021!!!
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āHolidazeā at the Sugar Shack in downtown Boston, where my Uncle Erskine performed.
When I was little, heād bring me along on Saturday afternoons to watch him perform his set. Iād sit at the bar and sip soda, while he and the band rehearsed. From where I sat, I couldnāt wait to grow up. Smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol and get high.
Iād watch them dance and slide across that small stage, in the dim lights, until the manager came. Heād point his cigar at the Exit sign & tell my uncle that kids werenāt allowed in the bar.
I hated that sign, as if it was the only reason that I had to go š
We canāt know for certain, but chances are that a little girl is watching.
Sheās watching her perform. Watching her actions, her mannerisms, her gestures and the company she keeps.
Listening carefully to what she says. Listening for inflections and tone. Is she using her business voice? Or the relaxed voice that she uses when sheās home, safe, among family and friends? A little girl is taking notes.
What will the woman do when opportunity knocks? Will she be prepared? Will the woman wedge the door wide open, so other women might follow her path. Or will she only be able to slip a small stone in the door jam, hoping itāll be enough for others to follow?
Once inside, will she break the proverbial glass ceiling? Will she smile bravely and create good jobs and career opportunities for other women?
If so, sheāll have to do it while wearing heels, with her grandmotherās pearls and her motherās regrets. She might even have some regrets of her own. She might not know it, but somewhere a little girl is watching and studying her performance.
And oh, say can you see, sheās going to make it look easy, so that little girls in America & everywhere might see her and think that they too can become her, a possibility… A Success!
A dear friend of mine called me on the telephone & asked if I was busy. I replied, āIām painting.ā We agreed that weād talk later, because nothing was up, just the usual chit-chat phone call. So we cordially said our goodbyes and hung up.
Later, my dear friend called me back and again said nothingās going on, just called to make small talk. So I replied, āIām painting, can I call you back?ā I added that last question, because who better to know when I would have a moment, than I?
And my dear friend asked, āYouāre not done painting yet?ā
It took me a minute to find my indoor voice. āIāll call you back when Iām done painting,ā I said into the telephone receiver & we cordially said our goodbyes and hung up.
That was a year ago.
#StillPainting
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