ummmm.....

I cannot think of a name for this one. Any suggestions would be great, lol. Yeah, that's it, give me a name and tell me why you think it should be called that. Yeah.

Medicine

this one is called medicine for my pain...he has a basketball, a mic, and womens legs coming out of his head....all things he uses to avoid the real problem/s in his life........

Pink

I love her...she reminds me of my sister. :)

Collage on canvas. Acrylic, paper, ribbon, india ink

strangefruit

acrylic, paper, india ink on canvas.

Graffiti Dot

I love this one a lot....it's so...so..zen

paper, acrylic, india ink on canvas

Dirty

Collage on posterboard.

Hip Hop Mahadevi

Collage. acrylics, paper & india ink on paperboard

Lopez

Tribute to Lisa Lopez.

Collage. Paper, acrylic, tissue paper, glass beads, lace, india ink on canvas.

One of Jessica's painting's

Acrylic on canvas



Isn't it beautiful? (or am I just a proud mama?) I think it has great color and grace.

Rellik

Collage. Acrylic, paper and India ink on canvas.

this was my one artistic reaction to the war....i want to do more, but this one was painful, havent been able to do another yet.

Bush sucks.

Rellik.....spell it backwards, stands for Bush

Fire

are emcee's going to heaven or are they going to hell? Hard to tell sometimes.

this one was also hard to phtotgraph, because it's already framed.

Crimson Moon

Acrylic on canvas.

Hard to tell that the moon on this is actually crimson...damn camera....

Bitch

Collage on poster paper.

This was my first collage...i mean i've done other collages n my life, but this is the one that started this whole collage series.

I don't know where the idea, intention, or inspiration came from..it just did.

Be

Collage on paper board, w india ink

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I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
I'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man Yusef
Through death through conception
New breath and resurrection
For moms, new steps in her direction
In the right way
Told inside is where the fight lay
And everything a nigga do may not be what he might say
Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind
But I write many lives and lay on these lines
Wave the signs of the times
Many say the grind's on the mind
Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wonderin' where I'm
Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
We got arms but won't reach for the skies
Waiting for the Lord to rise
I look into my daughter's eyes
And realize that I'ma learn through her
The Messiah, might even return through her
If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her
Furs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'em
Demons and old friends, pops they hauntin' him
The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun
When drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones
Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
Explored the world to return to where my soul begun
Never looking back or too far in front of me
The present is a gift
and I just wanna BE

Ohm

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We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter

We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun

We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us

We are determining the future at this very moment

We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone

Our music is our alchemy

We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water

and a hand full of minerals

thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down

supply the percussion factor of forever

If you must count to keep the beat then count

Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious

Curve you circles counterclockwise

Use your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws

Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees

Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day

for today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies

into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love.

We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic

Every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference

Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge their responsibility

to uplift the consciousness of the entire fucking World

Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain

----Saul Williams, Coded Language

Love Religion

Flygirl

One of my first collages. Collage on paperboard. I had to take the picture tilted because its frames and there's a glare on the glass.

Danny

There's this actor Danny Trejo, I love this guy...he is by no means what anyone would consider handsome, but I've never been known for going out with the handsome "type". I love this painting because of its simplicity...nothing I could do would equal the artistry in this mans face, all I could do was hope to frame it adequately.

He was in Heat, From Dusk Till Dawn and tons of other movies. Here's a little bio info on him;

A child drug addict and criminal, Danny Trejo was in and out of jail for 11 years. While serving time in San Quentin, he won the lightweight and welterweight boxing titles. Imprisoned for armed robbery and drug offenses, he successfully completed a 12-step rehabilitation program that changed his life. While speaking at a Cocaine Anonymous meeting in 1985, Trejo met a young man who later called him for support. Trejo went to meet him at what turned out to be the set of Runaway Train (1985). Trejo was immediately offered a role as a convict extra, probably because of his tough tattooed appearance. Also on the set was a screenwriter who did time with Trejo in San Quentin. Remembering Trejo's boxing skills, the screenwriter offered him $350 per day to train the actors for a boxing match. Director Andrei Konchalovsky saw Trejo training Eric Roberts and immediately offered him a featured role as Roberts' opponent in the film. Trejo has subsequently appeared in many other films, usually as a tough criminal or villain.


I would love to see him not be pigeonholed so much, i think he's caable of deeper roled.

Solar

Acrylic on canvas

not one of my favorites

Ying

Acrylic on canvas

mandolin 1

collage on paper board

feather mandolin

mandolin 2

Collage on paper board....

my collage version of a Native American mandolin

blue

this is blue......acrylic on canvas...simple, pure....

it's a very baby blue but I don't think this picture does it justice

black

I went into this space where everything had to simple....solid canvas and thin circles with small miniscule dots in them....repetition.....I callthis one black for lack of a better name....but i you can suggest a better name I'd love to hear it and if i get a few I might even choose one. :) Same goes for the painting blue....maybe a part one and part two? hmmm

Truths

Mixed media, paper and acrylic. I love the wide expanse of emptyness in the middle. I dont think this photo does this picture any justice either, but mostly because of the angle....when I hang them, I am going to take new pics.

Eulogy

This photo really does this painting no justice. Mixed media, paper, acrylic, ink, gold pigment and lace. The gold really stands out, and the lace adds a lot of texture. Each artist has a sampling of their lyrics next to their pic written by hand. Each lyric interestingly enough has morbid overtones to it, as if each person was expecting not to live much longer.

This is my daughter favorite painting of mine.

Queen

This was mixed media, paint, paper, and ink, with 14k gold pigments.

It isn't finished, and additionally, it got damaged in the move from Jersey to Ga. One night I tried to remove the canvas from the frame (with a steak knife) so I could flatten it and put it on another frame and I sliced my pointer finger almost to the bone. I cried like a baby, I didnt want to go to the hospital, but Joe made me. The doctor said I did in fact need stitches and she gave me the shots to numb it....I dont know what the deal is, but I think I am allergic to that stuff (if you know anything about allergies to novocain, email me) because everytime I have ever gotten novocain I have had a severe reaction to it. This particular time, I felt naseaus, I threw up, then I felt a hot flush go thru my body and I fainted.

Long story short, she shot me about 7 times with it, and the finger still didn't go numb, she eventually wound up doing a stitch with no novocaine, which hurt like fuckin hell, and then putting a butterfly stitch over the rest.

I was supposed to go back to get the stich taken out, but i fiddled with it over the next week and the stich came out on its own, lol. Then i got a bill in the mail for over 1000 bucks. This country sucks.

Anyway, this is one of my favorite paintings, I hope to fix and finish it soon.

Joseph

This painting is not finished, i have a few touches left to put on it. It's fashioned after the Bible story of Joseph and his coat of many colors.

It's mixed media; paper, ink and acrylic. and yes, each and every single one of those colors in his coat was done individually, it took me weeks.