meek and mild

One of my few goals this semester was

to try to see if i can get a web presence that

i could update and contain. I got a new domain but

finding someone to do it has been to hard. After

sitting down with this http://hbynoe.otherpeoplespixels.com/

for a couple minutes, I think right now i am going

to spend some money and get a template site so I can

sell myself after I leave the institution. I quite like it and

it will be a platform for me to share a lot and write as well.

Tell me what you guys think if you ever make it around to

this end.

The semester is speeding to a close at an uncomfortable speed

for me. I feel as though I haven't done much at all but I know it isn't

true. My solo thesis show is coming up on the 19th of March I was freaking out

until I found that creating completely wipes out the anxiety for me. So i am up

again at a god forsaken hour praying for 2 gigs of extra memory for my

slow as snail photoshop.

I tried printing the collages today on newsprint. I was using Ilford Gallerie

Silk paper but decided that it was a little to precious for them and maybe they

need to be un-contained. I will be hanging my work for open studios sometime tomorrow or early Wednesday then I am gone for a couple weeks. I have been having some really insanely beautiful days this past month. I don't know what I am doing right but whatever it is my heart feels good.

Below:

Meek and Mild.

sugar blossom

A scan of a sugar cane blossom, text from a indexical card

at the picture library of the NYPL and photo of my mother

from the late 50's. Lines, surfaces and a jumble of proverbs.

Proverbs was the seminal book in my childhood worshipping

time. I guess the reference for sweet is also there I wanted to

make this one beautiful, feminine and soft. Like a gentle warm breeze

contrasting it with bible text that is seemingly anti-feminine and

filled with hateful comments regarding "she" and "her".

i have a map of the world

collage of a 15th century map, my friend damali and

all sorts of cultural affects ranging from

coin heads, lines, ships, slavery, water, cities, it

sort of goes on and on. I am learning photoshop again and

patience which mostly alludes me. 9 days and ill be home!

1940

my grandfather and his brother.

these collages keep rescuing me

they keep changing and challenging

me. Finally I am at a place where

it seems as though nature and intuition

is pulling me. I am in tow. A lot of the

text is lost because of the size. These

are going to live large: 20x30. They deserve

it.

after Colon.

no rest for the wicked.

this is my 5th straight day

of burning the midnight oil.

inspiration.

what an inspirational uplifting day.

i haven't had one of these in ages.

thank you earth.

boy!

You're real boy
Speak to me boy
Dog dirty numb cracking boy
You're getting wet boy
Big big time boy