Exit Art

“Holidaze” at the Sugar Shack in downtown Boston, where my Uncle Erskine performed.  When I was little, he’d bring me along on Saturday afternoons to watch him perform his set.  I’d sit at the bar and sip soda, while he and the band rehearsed.  From where I sat, I couldn’t wait to grow up.  SmokeContinue reading “Exit Art”

Her 2

We can’t know for certain, but chances are that a little girl is watching. She’s 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 whenContinue reading “Her 2”

Chit-Chat Art

A dear friend of mine called me on the telephone & asked if I was busy. I replied, “I’m painting.” We agreed that we’d 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 saidContinue reading “Chit-Chat Art”

Cautionary Art

Remembering my nephew as he would toss his daughter up into the air and catch her. Remembering the infectious sound of her giggles. I’d watch them play Peek-A-Boo and Hide-N-Seek. He’d chase her around the living room and into the kitchen. He’d make big loud growling noises and she’d squeal in delight. He’d pounce towardsContinue reading “Cautionary Art”

Art Inspired By Norman

Over the years I’ve tried to express my creativeness in ways that were conducive to my position in life. So, as a mother and wife, I decided to set aside my paper and pen, to raise my daughters. No one told me not to write. How do you formulate those words? But it was self-imposed,Continue reading “Art Inspired By Norman”

Love is Love Art

Every painting has a story. Every artist is but a narrator who shares that story, with broad strokes of color on a canvas, across boundaries to fully relay the playful, mindfulness of emotions. It is the art of the soul that gets our attention, as we stare at a painting and allow it to speakContinue reading “Love is Love Art”

Memory, The Tool of Art

Taking this one down. My painting, “Double-Dutch Jump Roping” has been on my wall for years. Always hanging in the background during colorful conversations of growing up in Roxbury. A moment in my childhood, not limited to a Black & White memory, because no photograph portrays this level of happiness and it isn’t always replicatedContinue reading “Memory, The Tool of Art”

Singing. The Art of Being Heard

My daughter is from Boston. She’s an activist, she wants to share truth and reality to the masses of people via a bullhorn. She wants us to know that racism is wrong. It’s quite an emotional feeling to see your little girl all grown up. It’s quite another to watch her on television, as WCVBContinue reading “Singing. The Art of Being Heard”

Angie’s Double Dutch Jump Rope

When I was a kid, I never learnt how to double Dutch jump rope.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to learn, it’s just that I wasn’t good at it, my skinny legs didn’t lift high enough, or move fast enough or angle out at the right entry point. And the girls in my neighborhoodContinue reading “Angie’s Double Dutch Jump Rope”