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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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)



Monday, 13 February 2012

Photo Gear Desire: Vol.1 of Endless...

My first SLR ever was the Canon T70, with a few other learner bodies like Pentax K-1000 with Ricoh lenses, the Nikon FE2 (which I loved!!), and my first year as SeBiArt, I used the Canon EOS Rebel T1i. Though the Nikon FE2 in particular is still a hot collectors item - it's  amazing to see how much these cams have dropped in value over the years.  I'm now firmly planted in the Nikon system but if I had $$$ druthers I'd have multiple systems - Leica, Hasselblad, and Canon.  

I  spent much of last year salivating over the Canon EOS SLR D series - specifically the 1D-X.... and after I rented 5D system + lenses for a video and stills theater assignment I thought I'd die if I didn't own this machine. 

But now...Nikon just dropped this on us - the new D800+D800E and I'm near asphyxiation:













Friday, 3 February 2012

Perceptions & People

You have a few assholes/morons out there to be sure. 

There are quite a few rude individuals as well. 

And then we have to exercise patience with a significant number of flakes -who are often misinterpreted as assholes/morons who are thoughtlessly rude. 

I say misinterpreted because the other groups earn such titles by displaying possessive and aggressive streaks often used offensively or defensively and with (sober or blind) intention. Flakes aren't like that - their heads are so far up their own asses or up in the clouds to muster aggression let alone direct it with purpose. Thoughtless yes - literally so, and definitely annoying as hell. But we should try to grant them some patience, and ourselves too; perhaps by detaching from our expectations of committed outcomes.

And finally, we have the MaJoRiTy - the well-meaning, well-doing, honest to god good folk. 

Does that sound crazy? That they're the majority...? Well...think about it - most people out there are decent beings and most of the time too! If it weren't so, this world and the order we have, and the expansive geographical areas of peace and safety that we can enjoy simply wouldn't exist. Fuckin' anarchy is what we'd have mate - EVERYwhere. And there's a lot to be said for perceiving the world this way. It makes you smile more and freak out less; makes you accept shifts and surprises more quickly than resisting them; you're more adaptable, detached, and decisive, rather than presumptuous, reactive and emotionally equivocal. The world for you is what you are for the world. You want to live your life through conflict, be a source of/for conflict.  You want equanimity and liberty, then offer that; be that. 'Be' what you want to 'see' what you want. It's just how it works... walk away from the rest. 








Friday, 27 January 2012

My Lifetime Crush on a Quirky Scientist

My astonishment cannot wane when I think of this person;  resident in one being was such a gifted scientific mind,  further and exponentially expanded by the limitless reach of his heart and love for humanity: Albert Einstein was, is, and will always be the one famous being with whom I wish I could wine, dine, and chat til the wee hours.

I have recently gone back to his writings - eating through one of my favourite books on my shelf, Essays in Humanism  [Philosophical Library, New York, 1950], a compilation of a few essays and letters Einstein wrote between 1933 and 1949.  Not a single word written there is without profound wisdom and beauty, without pure and innocent hope, without earnest urgent concern for the state of  international relations; and so, not a single sentiment therein has lost its relevance in such relations today.  

It is truly awe-inspiring, and both intellectually and spiritually provocative to read his excited addresses to the United Nations, fellow thinkers and scientists, or to the citizens of the world on matters of technological and scientific progress and developments, and his concerned appeals on the unfortunate misuse of these advancements for the leveraging of power at the expense of us all.  His appeals on how power is divided, how money is spent in politics, how the world is partitioned and guarded more by a system of fear, war, and a race for destructive armaments  - rather, than as a common goal of inspiring, educating, and erecting systems for a paradigm of peace. Insisting on the latter's necessity for a truly secure future as the only way to save us all.  His words on class warfare, discrimination, and prejudice; his unabashedly humble praise of any one who has lived their lives in service of such noble goals of peace, advocacy, inclusion, and equality; this all from the man who helped us understand the Universe by devising the Theory of Relativity! Most operative on all accounts.

A cheesy high school girl though I may seem in saying this - I just love him! 

Foto: Low Density LifeStyle Blog: The Masters of Enlightenment: Albert Einstein


I worked for a short time administratively at the International Rescue Committee - an exposure that connected better my philosophical beliefs to what I have yet to do actively with them.  The IRC was founded at the request of Albert Einstein in 1933 as an American chapter to his already established European based Emergency Relief Association, focused singularly on the rescue and resettlement of displaced Jews.  This was of course a historical fact not missed by me, and fed my determination to be associated with the IRC in any way.  Today the IRC is a non-governmental volunteer organisation singularly focused on work with displaced victims of war, famine, or natural disaster; and providing resettlement assistance to refugees, while offering education in life sustaining practices suitable for their environments - from farming, building, crafting, and cooking methods, to reading, writing, language lessons,and healthy reproductive practices. Their workers are located worldwide in the hottest locations of difficulties, working with large populations of displaced peoples - and they are often on the site of new emergencies before the UN or similarly focused agencies as they have no governmental/political affiliations. 


Now isn't this such a wonderful idea - and one that I think all governments should aim to adopt as quintessential to foreign relations?  Why do I ask this? Because the IRC is a privately funded organization.  No, I'm not going to ask you to donate - I'm #justsayin - it's a wonder that our leaders don't put this same kind of effort into caring for their human family as they do in arming up to kill whole sections of it - as is the central incredulous rhetoric in many of Einstein's essays, speeches, and jottings.    
“What is the situation? The development of technology and of the implements of war has brought about something akin to a shrinking of our planet. Economic interlinking has made the destinies of nations interdependent to a degree far greater than in previous years.” —Albert Einstein, Essays in Humanism, "Towards A World Government"

It seems to me we have lucked out in that we now have a world leader who demonstrates such breadth of intellect and heart.  I have to say the recent State of the Union Address (#SOTO) inspired in me many of the same feelings that Mr. E=mc2 does in his passages.


“If we want to resist the powers which threaten to suppress intellectual and individual freedom we must keep clearly before us what is at stake, and what we owe to that freedom which our ancestors have won for us after hard struggles.” 
—Albert Einstein, Essays in Humanism, “Science and Civilization”

To hear the sound of fair reason, and to witness its fearless and heartfelt demand for it, is something that inspires and governs both my spiritual and social aspirations of how to live a connected, compassionate, and gracious life. Depending on how things go in the next year, or few,  maybe Obama may come close to sharing space on my list of folks I wish I could meet.  He's being watched.  So for now,  Einstein is the only one.  :)


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Sunday, 22 January 2012

Hail A Wall of Accountability

This from MOVEON.org:

"How we can hold Wall Street accountable

Reports are out that within the next 24 hours, President Obama
could make the call on whether to hold Wall Street accountable and open an
investigation into the banks' role in the housing crisis, or agree to a
sweetheart deal that lets them off the hook.



Now we need President Obama to take a strong stance for homeowners, and for accountability, by opening a federal investigation into big bank fraud.


This is something the president can do on his own right now, without fighting Congress. And millions of Americans can be helped if banks are held responsible and forced to compensate homeowners for their wrongdoing. 

A compiled petition with your individual comment will be presented to President Obama."


How do you feel about the idea of signing a petition to urge Obama to move forward with an investigation of Wall Street Bankers?  I feel alright about that actually.  I mean if memory serves, he's been cussin' about them since his Senator days right?  Long before the now worldwide OCCUPY WALL STREET movement.  So...now it's time for action yah?

If you feel apathetic about it - let recent results of the riZe of the people encourage you.  What you do or say, sign your name to, or act on has real effect and that's no rhetoric.  All you need to do is look at the recent SOPA and PIPA squash, done by the people and for the people, to understand where the power of your voice lies.  Need more - read this article from Mike Lux of the Huffington Post to excite you a bit more:  Shaking Their Windows and Rattling Their Walls - it's awfully inspiring:

"As Bob Dylan would put it, the times they are a-changin'. There's a storm outside and it's raging, baby. We really are shaking their windows and rattling their walls. Done deals are not getting done. Dead appointments are acting like Lazarus and rising from the dead. The establishment is getting very, very nervous. And grassroots activists, from the occupiers to the netroots to those chaining themselves to the White House fence or sitting in at the Wisconsin Capitol last year, are shaking and rattling things all over."
 
                      As he also notes in his article, Obama would be wise to align himself with the grassroots movement - I say REALIGN as lest we forget it is from whence he came.  It's time to stop the bullshit.  24 hours folks. 
 
ACT, to make our leaders ACT.  Here's the link if you feel inclined to get a real investigation going on this 'recession' matter: 

Move On Petition LINK: http://pol.moveon.org/bankfraud/?r_by=&rc=pac_bankfraud.email.g0



                                                    Extra Reading Class :)  





*Photos from Occupy Denver 2011


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Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Adopted Yank and iPad Published

Two quick bits of change folks:

1)  I'm officially a Yankee -  I was adopted by the United States of America as of Dec 13, 2011 at 10:20 hours.  Should be interesting coming up with a new acronym of identity now along with all the other nations I claim - haha!!  JABAG???

2)  Some of you may have heard already,  but here it is again, I have a new article featured in an iPad App Magazine, Small Talk.   

I was commissioned to write a feature length article on Fuerza Bruta in the late fall for their 4 year anniversary, complete with photos and video, titled:  The Spirit Dreams When You Look Up.   


    


that's my shot from Fuerza Bruta on the iTunes page!  YeeHAW!



So if you have an iPad, ...which funny enough I don't...lol - please check it out by either purchasing the current issue (only $2.99!!), OR, just subscribing for the year on iTunes (just $19.99).   It's a great mag covering arts, entertainment, and culture world wide and I will be working with them on upcoming issues, so hop on it! 

Direct Link:  Small Talk Magazine on iTunes




Saturday, 31 December 2011

A Year of Collective Paradigm Shifts: Mind, World Body, and Soul...

I am grateful to be ringing in the New Year in a place where I am afforded a couple extra hours to reflect.  As we cross the threshold of 2011 to 2012, there are a few feelings about this shift - the most popular being:  GOOD RIDDANCE!   I will second that; but I also give big thanks.   

This life is a fascinating journey, and as many of you have come to know, is the main focus of this blog.  Though this year marked the end of my 'sabbatical' that I went on about for a couple of years, it ended up being one of the most dense to date.  So personal, painful, joyful, and intense were the paradigm shifts that I often felt too overwhelmed by the experiences to even blog about it - hence the significant lack of soulful and investigative posts this year.   


I met and connected with scores of new souls, each of whom touched and moved and lifted me in ways I can scarcely recall in years past.  I think it had much to do with being more open myself.  When terrifying events in life come to test our characters, or the resilience of our hearts, it's truly the tribes we have formed around us that keep us reaching higher.  And this year was high.  If there was any moment to question the oddity of serendipitous or seemingly coincidentally unlucky events, all one had to do was truly listen to the tale of another, or turn on the BBC news to truly feel connected to something bigger. I can't remember any time of worldwide uproars such as what we witnessed this year - so much so that TIME magazine name The Protestor the person of the year!  To feel this connection is to be charged by it, whatever the circumstances or prior held convictions.  The pulse of our world this year insisted on truth, equality, openness, second chances; it demanded a rebirth of ONE spirit, in friendships, business alliances, communities, and nations.  

As I prepare to look back while stepping forward, I will set my focus on the very long list of things I have to be grateful for this year; my new friendships and the evolution of old ones,  my accomplishments with my creative work, my freedom to travel, and my deeper understanding and connection with my family. And all this despite the very real and frightening challenges I faced regarding all of the above since Jan 1st, 2011.  

Perhaps the thing I am most grateful for is in ending the year in integrity.  I have no hang ups about how I have related to the world - and I can't truly say that about any other year.  I got comfortable enough in my humanity this year to be myself, to stand my ground, and to offer understanding, patience, truth, and love, where ever and whenever I could - and I'm incapable of accounting for the worth of such a gift.     

I've always been one to insist on focusing on gratitude - as it's the only way to see what you have to work with rather than to live in lack.  It's the only way you will feel abundant enough to help someone else. It is the only way you will feel whole enough to forgive others, or to offer true understanding and compassion. True gratitude will keep fear away, and keep you honest.  It's the only way to love your life, to love yourself, and to love your fellow human - who is just as challenged in navigating this journey as you are.  

Happy New Year folks - May you cross into 2012 with an open heart charged with courage to soar ever higher.  Know what you deserve, and dare to manifest it all, and do it with love.   



Thursday, 24 November 2011

Next SeBiArt Show in Miami + first time Art Basel Visit

First to my US of A readers:
 ...and be careful on Black Friday guys - I somehow doubt all those deals are real...or will remain real after 6am. Like I heard someone say - those shopping 'deals' will be around next week too, so if you have the day off, sleep in.  Shop later.  Hahaha!

Okay folks - so here it is - news of the next.  I'm so excited; so stressed; so overwhelmed with gratitude. And so UNDER the PRESSURE to kick ass at this show people!!  I've never been to Art Basel Miami Beach week and I'm pleased to announce that thanks to my beloved Art for Progress, I will have my first experience as an exhibited artist.  AFP is presenting 15 of their artists at the Fountain Arts Fair during Basel week from Dec 1st - 4th.  

white box frame for the pieces - sample for Herman
In preparing for this show, I've been tested in every exercise of faith, and come through  victoriously with unquantifiable and indefatigable support from a number of people. First off my patrons* who made donations to this effort thereby enabling me to meet the cost of participating in the show. And to my family - wow do I come from a seriously supportive family.  

I decided to support the local economy of my beloved Jamaica by having the pieces printed by master Jamaican photogs Franz Marzouca and Jeremy Francis, and to have them framed by Herman van Asbroek of Amaicraft (both located in The Trade Center, Red Hills Rd, Kingston, Jamaica).  These guys have handled my work superbly for previous shows, and since I was doing this essentially in the dark (from New York), it just made sense that I do so with familiar guides.  And no matter the preparatory choices for this, shipping my art was an unavoidable part of the process - perhaps the most frightening part of all.  I just confirmed today however that the pieces arrived safely. YeeeeHAW!!!  Thanks Bernadine, Marjorie, and Carmalita!

After 3 weeks of fundraising, frantic emails, phone calls, and panic attacks - it's all come together and I can finally breathe. Two pieces chosen for the show are from my series you've heard and seen bits about over the past year, BRANDED ...therefore I AM. I finally finished it in Denver's Civic Center Park this summer with a portrait of budding young illustration artist, Hans DeHaas (seen below on the show postcard[click for larger view]). I also have to send out appreciative words to all who participated as models and assistants in this project.  I hope to name every single one of you when I blog next year about the solo baby!! Hear that Mother Universe. Manifest. In'sha Allah.


SOoooo...pleeeeeez spread the word on this guys, whether you can attend or not. According to The Economist,the Fountain Art Fair is "The way an art fair should be".  So if you will happen to be in Miami from Dec 1st thru 4th, or know anyone down there (particularly collectors!! hee hee) - come one and all and support the AFP artists!!  



AFP Artists at Fountain Art Fair:  Sol Kjøk | Berette Macaulay | Juan Manuel Pajares

The Miami Art Week breakdown and Fountain Art Fair sweet talk from ARTSLANT - SO excited!

FREE iPAD app for the Fountain Art Fair - how cool is that??!!!  Download HERE



Exhibition Location:
 
FOUNTAIN ART FAIR
2505 North Miami Ave
Miami, FL 33137


Exhibition Schedule:

Thursday, December 1 
12pm - 5pm 
VIP/Press Preview


Friday, December 2 
12pm – 7pm
Open to the public

7pm - midnight 
Opening Reception with curated music program


Saturday, December 3 
12pm - 7pm
Open to the public


Saturday, December 3 
7pm – midnight 
Party with curated music program


Sunday, December 4 
12pm - 5pm 
Open to the public


*A special word of thanks to my patrons without whom my part in the Fountain Arts Fair SERIOUSLY would have been impossible.  Thank you for supporting me and my ability to show my art.  You have instilled great confidence in me to keep creating and sharing my work by validating me with your fiscal assistance.  It sure does feel good to be a funded creative.  Eternal Gratitude.

Berthan Macaulay, Jr.
Margarette May Macaulay
James Joseph
Bernadine Simpson
Martyn and Jenny Marriott
Steve "Urchin" Wilson
Gertrud Kretzschmar
Robert Sinclair
Raxann Chin-Anguin
Janice Thompson
Shirley Hawkinson
Mark Pergola
Rachel Tinguely
Merle Bassie






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