Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Never-ending Search for Sweet Spots



May seem like a random thought ...well I guess it is, but I wanted to save it here with a couple of feel-good videos for future reference:

Be confident in what you want
   so you clearly demand it
But remain humble and innocent in the asking
   so you can graciously receive it.  

We are all we need...



  b a l a n c e  

Mind the Gap


A message for life as a creative:

Ira Glass on Storytelling from David Shiyang Liu on Vimeo.



The generous and perfect synchronicity of nature:





NOTE:  If you can't see this you need to visit the actual blog to view the clips



Sunday, 25 March 2012

SeBiArt at Bookophilia

Hey guys - super quick post to let you know I have work up at this cool bookstore in Kingston, Bookophilia from now through June.


You know I'm into community/art/edu programs and so I've committed proceeds of all sales to go to two organisations I support in Jamaica.  

One you've heard about here before, Studio 174 is run by Rozi Chung (hey that rhymed!! haha).  It's located on Water Street, downtown Kingston, and the art and educational programs there are provided for free to inner city children in need.  Many of the art workshops are focused on community beautification mural projects that also serve to improve the face of downtown Kingston.  S174 is in partnership with INSCAPE Foundation - an organization providing free clinical psych and art therapies to inner city citizens in stress.  

Rozi Chung(left) with S174 students, and Dr. Tammy Haynes of INSCAPE (far right blue shirt)
S174 studio workshops and exhibition space

I was recently introduced to yet another really great organization on my recent trip to Jamaica.  Run by Roslyn Ellison, Trenchtown Reading Center is now nearly 20 years old.  It's located in the heart of Bob Marley's old home town and has on offer free classes, reading and music sessions, and the most AMAZING library for the children of Trenchtown to enjoy.  

 

TTRC kids

Roslyn Ellison with TTRC kids


Proceeds from sales of my pieces at Bookophilia will go to both Studio 174 and Trenchtown Reading Center.  Please drop by if you are on the island, or pass the word around.  Thanks so much.




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Jamrock Talk, Jamrock Walk (Oct 2011)

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Saturday, 10 March 2012

"Why Do You Talk So White?!!" - (Uh oh - it's a race rant...)

(I don't go here usually - so strap on in for a different and not-so-pleasant ride.) 

Listen - I have had just about enough of that shitty question myself and the attack it forms on my identity as a multicultural black woman born in Sierra Leone and raised in the Caribbean in a very African household by an anglo-Brit-raised-Afro-Czech-German mother and my Euro-educated-African-proud-Salone dad, only to come out into the world having to explain my unfamiliar accent/sound, or worse yet, being told that it bears no resemblance to my skin - a finding that has always perplexed me as the sound itself has rarely if ever been accurately identified anyway.  And all this has caused its own special issues -I will never live ANYWHERE where I'm not asked "where are you from?" Just happened again last week, in the country I grew up in!  Hence my lifelong and artistic focus on cultural identity and the soul journey.   But this race one is just nutty.  I've grown so accustomed to the look of consternation and urgent re-evaluation when I'm seen in the flesh after being first heard on the phone - the barely-there-yet-perceptible-withdrawal from an appearance that apparently fell to the side of someone's narrow estimation of me. And this has been, sorry to say it, a distinctly American experience.  

Oh how I suffered when I first came to America - trying to figure out how to straddle a set of permissible identities all having to do with race first, class and culture second, and yet having even fewer choices to fit in the latter by being black,  and dark skinned black at that - with, gasp(!), a nondescript foreign accent!  To have to hone my (Jamaican) patois and Salone creole skills just to make the point that speech in the diaspora is as varied as our hues.  And so,...so what if it took me a few years to come around to listening to hip hop, let alone understanding a darn word spoken in it; that didn't equate a rejection of being black - it just meant it didn't relate to my cultural experiences...yet ...as I wasn't American.  Simple right?!  Yeahhhhhh-not-so-much.   

This is an old gripe that's now weathered, beaten, and pretty much gone actually. There's no upset anymore really (I know it doesn't read that way above - hahaha); but there is the occasional irritating itch of it, and also lots of curious analysis and amusement.   And mind you, I'm now far more acclimated so I can cover myself and avoid creating confusion in my official home of America - nah'a'mean?  But I, we, foreign black nationals go through this.  Real, real talk.  

So...I love this woman for creating this poem. Dammit someone said it, and said it thoroughly, with the right levels of exasperation and appeals.  Mental Emancipation People!! Well done and thank you Maya Wegerif!!



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Wednesday, 7 March 2012

The (Humbling) Humour of Loss, Growth, and Change


Oh how long life is and what a gift it is to have witnesses...life long witnesses, who may not be close to you by any active means, but have seen you either at pivotal shifts on the journey or a few steps in the sub-lifetime of those shifts. These most important beings help to keep WHOLE the picture of your life, the image of yourself, your journey, your growth. They join the dots. They know you in ways your closest friends over shorter and especially recent periods cannot as they are not mired as you are, by the a litany of current distracting details.

--

It was a beautiful Ash Wednesday beach day specifically for the purpose of rejuvenation and support of our dear friend Sean who had recently lost his baby brother Joseph.  After our day out, we settled by the poolside of Jason's mother's home in Kingston.  There we spoke in deep wonder and acceptance of the journey of loss and rebirth that we all have and must endure.  At the close of this, Jason's mum was rushing about, late for her game of tennis, and her sparring partner who came to fetch her was already parked outside:

Friend JH: Berette, do you know who that is in the car outside?
Me: No, who is it?
JH: It's Sister Mary Catherine
Me: What?! No way. From Immaculate??? Lemme see!

I ran outside around to the driver's side of the car where a middle aged woman was seated. Same childlike face that I remember from so many years ago. Except in the place of the Franciscan nun's habit was a tennis headband, bob-length hair flowing free:

Me: Sister Mary Catherine!! Is that really you?!
SMC: Ah...yes...(?)
Me: It's Berette...
Me/SMC: Berette Macaulay (?!)
Me: Yes Yes! Oh my gosh I can't believe it - how long has it been?!
SMC: I know, oh my goodness! I can't believe it. How are you? Where have you been?!
Me: I'm fine! I've been living in the States the past few years. I'm an artist - well currently a photographer...
SMC: How wonderful!! You...you look...well...(!)
Me: Yes, I am.
SMC: I see your mother on television sometimes, and whenever I do, I wonder "what ever became of Berette". And I see you are fine...(as she gazes at me)
Me: Yes, yes I am (smiles, gasps, giggles)
SMC: I'm so glad, because you were such a troubled child. (eyebrows earnestly furrowed, coupled with a smile of disbelieving.)
Me: (laughs in agreement) yes, I was, but alas I've grown to be quite conservative in my old age (laughs more)
SMC: I can see, yes, I'm glad to see you are alright, and healthy, and well.  I didn't know you knew these guys! (referring to our mutual friends) 
Me: Yes, a long time too, in fact I met Jason when I was a young child in Sierra Leone, before my 'troubled' teen years! Yeah - the world is small isn't it?!

His mother comes out to get into the car:


SMC: Berette very good to see you.  Take care of yourself.
Me:  So very good to see you too Sister Mary Catherine (I say this
wondering if I should call her this - as she left the nunnery years prior).  Oh wait! Please, before you go, please can we take a picture together, I must have this for posterity.  
SMC:  Of course!

Darling Sean, whose shock and loss was just a week old - was standing by looking on.  We had all been in the deep conversational search; reckoning with the mystery of life...the whole reason for this day of togetherness in the sun.  He immediately grasped the seemingly random continuity of this moment and runs around happily to oblige:


by Sean John




As they drove off - we (Sean, Nicky, Jason, and me) all laughed and reeled from this mysterious journey called 'Life', and the never-ending opportunity to complete the circles that help us make sense of it all.


Lessons learned and reinforced:


This life is long, and this life is funny, even while it hurts. Stay awake. Keep joining the dots. Keep searching and creating connections.  Keep loving actively. Go on. 


We all piled into our car, and drove off all singing along with this song:


Lovely Day by Bill Withers


(Dedicated to Joseph Buchanan, Feb 3rd, 1984 - Feb 14th, 2012, Fly in Peace beautiful one)



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Saturday, 3 March 2012

SUPPORT POST: Death of the Diva

What is a diva?

Answer (from Wikipedia):
A diva (English pronunciation: /ˈdiːvə/, Italian: [ˈdiːva]) is a celebrated female singer. The term is used to describe a woman of outstanding talent in the world of opera, and, by extension, in theatre, cinema and popular music.

Okay.  So we know who those are - the far and few between who happen to be celebrated.  But we also know the new divas...the Kardashians, the Hiltons, or others who I can't name because frankly I just don't pay close enough attention.  

I'm not an avid TV viewer, I go for days, sometimes weeks without touching the clicker.  This wasn't always the case.  There was a time, back when television and cable programming had more 'original', and gasp (!), creative content, and less mind-numbing carnivals* showcasing the most base of human behavior under the heading 'reality'.

At the heart of this soul crushing content is not the celebration of women but the degradation of them.  And though many of us protested this shift that has now become the norm; the reality IS, that this demeaning content 1) entertains the masses, 2) catapults many a vapid being to undeserving supernova stardom from such spectacle, and 3) creates associations for all womanhood that serve more to undo the triumphs for equality and respect so hard won.  The new diva represents nothing of any progressive use, and so hurts those of us who have something inspiring, magnificent, or unique to offer. As performer/actor/DJ Amanda Seale (formerly known as Amanda Diva) aptly notes "we're put in this corner where I may have to be less than the woman my mother raised me to be".

This concern is at the heart of her new one-woman show now up in New York, Death of a Diva, directed by Roger C. Jeffrey.  Roger is a dear friend, past dance teacher of mine, and an accomplished dancer and choreographer.  He has deep social concerns for women, youth, racial inequities, and matters of the soul - he's a gapminder, who works always with superior talent.  So no surprise to me that he's a part of a most meaningful project written and performed by this accomplished female talent.  Seale's conscientiously written work tackles the attack on the image of women in all media and  appears to be every bit as heightened, intelligent, and damn funny in her performance.

Seale takes the stage this month offering ideas, and stories of the woman and the diva, through voices of multiple characters in this performance, each of whom will provoke thought and reopen active dialogue on what appears now to be a frighteningly passive issue.  This is too good, and too important to miss. I mean really, have we killed the diva?!



Amanda Seale's Death of a Diva plays:
March 23rd - April 1st 
at The Helen Mills Theater, NYC
135 West 26th Street (btw 6th & 7th Aves) 




Why do women look so silly on Reality TV?



Support Video:




March 5th, UPDATE:  
ADD'L Performance dates and Venues:
Sat 3/3: Death of the Diva at NCCU Durham, NC 7p

Tues 3/13: Death of the Diva FREE live sneak peak! 8-10p @ Bleu Violin (116/5th ave) spec perf by: Kimberly Nichole

Thurs 3/15: Death of the Diva FREE live sneak peak! 8-10p @ Free Candy

Fri 3/16: The Schomburg Museum presents: Theater Talks w/ Amanda Seales hosted by Elon James (Time TBD)

Mon 3/20: NYU for Women's History Month Events presents: Death of the Diva






*(for further reading that supports this gripe - please see my favourite article ever written on the matter: I'm A Culture Critic...Get Me Out of Here! by James Wolcott, Dec 2009)



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