Over/Come/(ing) Blog 6
Introduction
The images I bring to you were inspired by John Lewis’ graphic novel series “March” (the third installment of which was just released recently accompanying its national book award), I wanted to send out some images from my new series “Over/come(ing).” This series of paintings was initially conceived in reflection about current marches and their connection to marches in the past – mostly the famous march, the march in 1965 the walk from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama. Within this work, I seek to explore the power/complexity/hopefulness of social movement (s), the most powerful of human creations, for improving the world, appropriately, I will post a part of a painting from the series each day for the month of March, which we should now think of not just as a month or as a way to mark time but also as a call to action and freedom.
I had made the commitment to post portions of the “Over/Come(ing)” series everyday for the month of March, but life has a way of doing what it wants to do. We had a tremendous wind storm here on Wednesday last week that cause a power outage, it lasted in my area for six days. I stubbornly decided to stay put in the house hoping the lights would be turned by Sunday at 11:30 pm. It was cold and my bones and muscles were becoming stiff, but I felt you could handle this. If the people in the march could handle what they had to handle, I could do this. By Sunday the electricity was still not on and the temperature dropped to below freezing. With two down blankets and a near frozen face, the images of the march began to fade, the reality of how cold I was, made all thoughts to fade.
I managed to rid myself of doubt, jealousy, lack of confidence, and a few others of those self-destructive attitudes, but found that stubbornness was still lurking. No I can stay in the house, bear the cold, and not go to a friend’s house for warmth.
Come Monday along with the icy weather it snowed and my body said time to go to my son’s colleague’s house and warm this ice cube of a body. You know how you can have the body of a senior citizen, but the mind of a younger person and the two just don’t seem to coordinate with each other, that was my dilemma.
As my body warmed up at their house the “Over/Come(ing)” series came back to life reminding me that I had not posted for 5 days, so now I am back home warm and on the computer to post again, yes stubbornness is taking a trip along with those other loser attitudes and placed inside a balloon to drift off into the sky, never to be seen again, amen.
Introduction
The images I bring to you were inspired by John Lewis’ graphic novel series “March” (the third installment of which was just released recently accompanying its national book award), I wanted to send out some images from my new series “Over/come(ing).” This series of paintings was initially conceived in reflection about current marches and their connection to marches in the past – mostly the famous march, the march in 1965 the walk from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama. Within this work, I seek to explore the power/complexity/hopefulness of social movement (s), the most powerful of human creations, for improving the world, appropriately, I will post a part of a painting from the series each day for the month of March, which we should now think of not just as a month or as a way to mark time but also as a call to action and freedom.
I had made the commitment to post portions of the “Over/Come(ing)” series everyday for the month of March, but life has a way of doing what it wants to do. We had a tremendous wind storm here on Wednesday last week that cause a power outage, it lasted in my area for six days. I stubbornly decided to stay put in the house hoping the lights would be turned by Sunday at 11:30 pm. It was cold and my bones and muscles were becoming stiff, but I felt you could handle this. If the people in the march could handle what they had to handle, I could do this. By Sunday the electricity was still not on and the temperature dropped to below freezing. With two down blankets and a near frozen face, the images of the march began to fade, the reality of how cold I was, made all thoughts to fade.
I managed to rid myself of doubt, jealousy, lack of confidence, and a few others of those self-destructive attitudes, but found that stubbornness was still lurking. No I can stay in the house, bear the cold, and not go to a friend’s house for warmth.
Come Monday along with the icy weather it snowed and my body said time to go to my son’s colleague’s house and warm this ice cube of a body. You know how you can have the body of a senior citizen, but the mind of a younger person and the two just don’t seem to coordinate with each other, that was my dilemma.
As my body warmed up at their house the “Over/Come(ing)” series came back to life reminding me that I had not posted for 5 days, so now I am back home warm and on the computer to post again, yes stubbornness is taking a trip along with those other loser attitudes and placed inside a balloon to drift off into the sky, never to be seen again, amen.
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