Thursday, 29 July 2010

Ha - I got support like Obama used to have! Lol

I can't believe four days have gone by and I've uttered barely a word about this.  Reason?  Well quite honestly, it's a sum of part shock, part stomach churning fear of being too openly overjoyed, and part life pressing on, despite ample reason for a gracious and gleeful pause to digest my recent blessings.  So for those of you (not on Facebook - haha) who have not yet heard...I actually won some nice prizes at the JCDC* Visual Arts Ceremony and opening exhibition** this past Sunday at the National Gallery of Jamaica:

A Silver Medal, and Sectional Prize and Trophy for Photography


LIQUID Trees # 033, Adult Photography Sectional Prize and Trophy


First Announcement
mi madre, me, & my nephew 
the sisters
I'm so grateful for such recognition and great fortune, and I was even more floored by the support and well wishes from my family, friends, and colleagues.  So much love!  It was quite the Cinderella experience, and while I have an extroverted alter-ego, she was nowhere to be found; rather my awkward introverted being showed up instead, and spent much of the afternoon looking like a deer on happy weed caught in headlights. As such - I hereby extend my apologies to anyone present that day who suffered incoherent babbles or incompleted sentences or greetings from me - including the videographer who shot my interview. CRINGE, CRINGE, oh CRINGE!  With the hugs and kisses and congrats flying at me at airjet speeds, it couldn't have gone any other way. LOL. 

Me and my darling nephew Sekai, who kept my nerves in check for the entire ceremony.
Photographer Jeremy Francis (foreground) and proud dad, captures his daughter's win - fellow photographer and medal winner Joanna Francis 




Silver Medal time (for vis-arts)!! Everything getting muffled...room spinning...wasn't sure what was going on.



Shared sectional prize with Julian N. Dadag for Adult Photgraphy...AND...Trophy Time!! Just walking on clouds and speaking in tongues at this point - Lol


Naturally Sekai was the safe keeper for the thing!
My Uncle Randy lookin' proud.  :)
Photographer and friend, Will I Am (William Richards) - was so happy he was there! Yo - check out this cat's work...SICK!!!! 
All breath in; nothing going out; felt like I was underwater - haha!

Sister B and darling Seyena and Tidjane


Life has really rewarded me in recent months, so I must say in closing, the maddening panic attacks were well worth it. Currently buried in work on new projects and submission deadlines, and yep, panic attacks.  Bring it!

Thank you, thank you, thank you UNIVERSE and  all you beautiful beings in it!


And finally, what's a victory report without that sophisticated car park pic by the tent generator?


*JCDC - Jamaica Cultural Development Commission

** Exhibition will be up at the National Gallery until August 28th.  Admission is free, gallery hours 10am - 4pm weekdays, 10am -3pm on Saturdays.  Information 876-922-1561.

 

RELATED JOURNEY POSTS:                                         SeBiArt Getting Award for LIQUID (July 2010)
                                         I Friggin Won!!!!! Ha - I got support like Obama!! lol! (Feb 2008)


Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Ideas that Boggle the Mind

So I'm working on a new series called BRANDED which involves a little bit of acrylic paint scribbles and dabs on my models, a bit but not too messy.  A friend of mind just sent me some samples of an artist doing the same - except she, Alexa Meade, is going WAY beyond scribbles and dabs.  She's creating fully developed expressionistic paintings on live models and real objects. In an artistic time when everyone is pushing flat art into 3-D multimedia works, she's taking 3-D down to 2!  It's seriously the most incredible new innovation of a familiar medium that I've seen in a while - I'm completely blown away.  Check it out - AND her website






ADDITION July 24th, 2010

A friend of mine just reminded me (cuz I'm a forgetful crackhead apparently), that I kinda experimented with this a couple years ago (albeit conceptually different and less developed than this example) but still successful in that I won a prize for it!  :)  Do you remember SPLIT

 

Friday, 16 July 2010

SeBiArt Getting Award for LIQUID

I'm so happy and ridiculously excited to share this with you!  I found out this week  that I am an awardee for the JCDC/NDG* National Visual Arts competition!  I submitted 3 large pieces from my LIQUID Trees series and thank GOD they liked them.  Yipppeeeeeeee! I don't know what the award will be exactly - but I'm happy for the recognition nonetheless - it's been a while since I won anything!

The award ceremony details are in the poster below.  Calling all of you in Jamaica to come out and support.  There will be voting at the ceremony for the 'Public Favourite' Cash and Trophy prize.  I wouldn't mind walking away with that too!  HolleR.  

Feeling love from the universe SO MUCH right now.  See you there!
                  
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RELATED JOURNEY POSTS:  
                                         Ha - I got support like Obama used to have! lol (July 2010)
                                         SeBiArt Getting Award for LIQUID (July 2010)
                                                  I Friggin Won!!!!! Ha - I got support like Obama!! lol! (Feb 2008)

 

Friday, 9 July 2010

ENDGAME




The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.
~Martin Luther King, Jr.~  


When the space for open discourse and mutual understanding and respect have been eroded by stubborn self-righteousness on all sides, how do you carve out a new opening?


The extent of any the damage and temperamental pollution in any personal conflict always determines how much work needs to be done to clear the air. It often takes courage, a sense of safety and trust, and an open and interested heart to look at your part in the mess, to admit to it, and to let yourself receive the same from the other. 

I'm no fan of conflict (as most of us aren't - ha!).  It's upsetting, and my default is either to run; and if I stay, it is to express, to listen, to be heard, to concede, and to attempt to reach across the fence with palms up - so as to arrive at an even clearer and heightened space in my relationships.  I've been told by some that this is courage, by others, that it's cowardly, and by others still, that it's a crock of unrealistic new-age arrogant bullshit. 

Gandhi said that "anger and intolerance are the enemies of correct understanding", that "anger is the enemy of non-violence and pride is the monster that swallows it up".  I couldn't agree more.  But intolerance I feel is perhaps the worst ingredient of all.  If someone pisses you off, that's fine, we're human, and as fallible individuals, we gather baggage, we create unrealistic expectations of others, and we disagree on many matters of conduct.  But it's how we rise and fall from our tirades of perceived rejection that sets the lasting impression of our character, and creates the clearings or obstacles to personal growth and inner peace. 

It is important to ask: when the inner warrior stops swinging, is it because you subdued your foe, or because you subdued yourself? Did you speak more, or listen more?  Did you seek to be understood, ...or to understand? What did you say, what did you hear, what did you learn? Did you walk away with a more open heart, or with declarations of justified intolerance? Do you feel better at the end of a fray only if the other acquiesced to your point of view?  Are you committed to winning only by being right?   And what's the prize exactly?  Sometimes it feels great to be right, sure, but in the short term. If there was little risk or sacrifice of ego in acquiring it though - then haven't we actually lost? I love a good debate, and I'm passionate about my convictions, and I've been rightly accused of being condescending at times.  But pertaining to personal differences, no matter the position I have, or the facade I attempt to create, I inevitably will carry the burden of knowing when my 'right' was actually wrong. Not fun at all.

We must be honest about the hurt of having our toes crushed, for certain, but we can only 'win' new ground by also accepting our part in the dance, otherwise our growth is stunted and our tempers remain unsettled. It's hard work to cry, and then to smile, and then to offer love when we are confronted with rejection, but the rewards of doing so earn far more trust and respect, if not from your opponent, at least then for yourself. 
  

Conversely, at times it's best to ration our exposure to incompatible souls.  Sometimes it's best to concede and accept unfavourable outcomes as some souls are immutable, or even dangerous in their erruptions. Whenever I arrive at such a juncture, I end up asking: Is this truly enlightenment and acceptance? Is it brave? Or is it a wimpy act of avoidance for the sake of peace?  I'm not always sure.

Either way, I think it's ultimately more comfortable to surrender my pride, and take personal responsibility in the end.  I'm inspired by the intense need to create safety through honest disclosure of my fears, concerns, needs, and disappointments, in the hope that this may create a safe space for others to do the same. For peaceful relationships? Yes. For a desire to live in love? Absolutely!  In the end, it's the only play on this spacious board of life that I can sleep with.  

On a frivolous note...the mushrooms came back!

And look how happy SpongeBob is despite being under seige!


Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love. 
~Martin Luther King, Jr.~ 

Saturday, 3 July 2010

reminiscence

         

           Cautiously polite
He guided me to the edge of
           the abyss

Looking through me
My back to infinity
He pushed me towards the edge
           with a kiss

His eyes closed as I fell into space
                           
Spreading my wings 
           in a freedom flight
           and rising
           he fell onto my shoulders

Then cradled by the span of my feathered hopes
We flew down... 

by Berette Macaulay


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