I have arrived on the rock with an appetite for creating. I embrace Monday with a new vigor and intend to coax it gently into something divinely transformative. If you are here for the short version of this post, my journey to NY and back goes something like this:
- three ladies and a gentleman
- give to receive
- art on the streets
- the significance of being the one
- serendipity is better than GPS
- travel with a smile
- the transformative power of rain on a zinc roof
A passion for street art was rekindled on my trip and leaves me even more obsessed with graffiti and particularly the layering of artists work over artists work. The layers of city walls, trains, and billboards converge and peel away to reveal something significant and telling. Something telling of an era, it’s people, languages and the magic that is expressed in the midst of city dailies. Each layer is as different as the percussive raindrops that now strike my zinc roof in symphony. None is quite so extraordinary with out the presence of the other/s. Raindrops + zinc roof = sonata.
This is true of people. The fact that we are not nearly as interesting as the relationships and connections we share. Our facets are highlighted best by the nature of the folks around us. I was blessed to meet a handful of super fly individuals while in I was in the city. Fabulous additions to my NY list of friends and family. And at least half a dozen more reasons to work toward a trunk show in Manhattan!!! Each character, novel worthy and gifted with passion and talent. I mean like, spilling over with art/lyrical/design/culinarymojo/techno-graphical/musical/poetic prowess. Spilling over into the city, into the streets, on to each other in a frenetic shimmer that at too close a stare, burns the eyes. Revealing something significant and telling. Something that can only exist because of the spilling and the connections shared.
The above piece is titled Rain On. This was my way of processing more than a week of heavy rains and the consequences left in it’s wake. More re: floods and recent rain destruction in Jamaica here. This is a prime example of my mixed media/digitally altered Collage Poet Series. Indeed a frenetic piece. This work is totally reliant on layers and a glorious spilling process that transpired over a number of weeks. Each layer as crucial as the last and critical as the next. Each layer forwarding the final unified effect. Kinda like people.
One Love, walk good, joyful to be back in the studio 🙂 (even if i still don’t have a ceiling)…