Oh, Andrea!

I would not have dared to hang a minuscule fly on a gallery wall had it not been for this woman right here.  Painter Andrea Shear is like my good acid trip moment, if I had been around in the 60's dropping LSD and seriously believed in the awakening power of tabs.  She is my "Aha!" moment, that revelational twinkling Oprah likes to get chatty about on television.  

A few years ago, Andrea invited me to participate in a group art show.  I said yes without thinking.  When it dawned on me that I would now need to make some art, anxiety ridden questions crowded my brain.  Questions like, "Does she know I couldn't sketch a hole on an ass if it needed one?"  Important things to ponder before calling yourself an artist.

Prior to Andrea's invitation, I was a filmmaker on a mission.  My vision board held one image,  Spike Lee with pasties and girl fur, a collage of sorts.  My destiny was to become indie cinema's brand new darling, this I knew for sure.  That is, until Andrea.

She came in all curatorial guru slash visionary guide and I learned a great deal about myself.  There is more to me than brass brads and a hole puncher.  I am more than filmmaker, I am transmedia artist, hear me roar!

Andrea dips her brush in water color and oil paint.  She is illustrator and animator.  A visual effects artist who has also crafted some pretty nifty experimental films.  Not defined by one medium, she leads by example.  And you can follow her latest work at The Ground Floor Gallery for Woman. Hair. Power. - Saturday, March 29th - 3pm to 9pm.

Going Dark: Black & Luxe

It might be that my mood has grown a little darker.  I had planned to paint the walls of the gallery a traditional white for the opening of Woman. Hair. Power.  Then somehow, I was struck by the awe and wonder of blackness.  It could be the constant loop of Kathleen Cleaver in my ear chanting, "Black is beautiful!"  Whatever the reason, I've fallen head over heels in love with the look of lacquered black.  

We begin revamping this weekend in preparation for The Ground Floor Gallery's inaugural exhibit.  You may find yourself staring at art on some very subversive wall space.  This is a good thing.  In opening a residential gallery,  I wanted to challenge the assumptions we make about art experiences.  Assumption number one - art needs white walls. No it does not!  

Just take a peek...

See you at the art show!

Isn't It Beautiful?

Fifteen years ago, I assisted a documentary filmmaker in Boston, Mass.  He found me intellectually dull and hypocritically religious.  He was right.  I knew there was a tiny flame inside that hungered for the fuel of scholarly insight.  If only I could find the time to read a newspaper (print was still a big deal), then I could wow my mentor with a unique perspective on the international happenings of our day.  

Instead I struggled to make it through each day.  I was a single mother of two, living in a city where strangers had become family.  My closest relatives were a twelve-hour drive away.  I battled depression and bipolar illness, but was not aware of this diagnosis at the time.  Religion was my medicine.  It was good medicine.  It kept me reaching for the next day when my brain asked, "Why bother making it through the night?"  

I chose jobs that afforded the opportunity to either learn or create something new.  As a receptionist, I could sit at a desk and answer phones while writing my next big screenplay.  As an assistant documentarian, I had access to rare footage that told stories of the 20th century Black experience.  

It was during this time that I came across video of Kathleen Cleaver talking about her hair.  It was a short, powerful clip that struck me in such a way, I still think about it all these years later.  

"This brother here, myself, all of us were born with our hair like this.

And we just wear it like this, because it's natural.

The reason for it you might say...it's like a new awareness among Black people.

That their own natural appearance, this physical appearance is beautiful.

And it's pleasing to them.

For so many, many years we were told that only White people were beautiful.

Only straight hair, light eyes, light skin was beautiful.

And so Black women would try everything they could....

Straighten their hair, lighten their skin to look as much like White women.  

But this has changed because Black people are aware.

And White people are aware of it too, because White people now want natural wigs.

They want wigs like this.

Dig it?  

Isn't it beautiful?

- Kathleen Cleaver, 1968

I coupled this footage with symbol and typography to recall the role hair played in the protests and the power struggles of 1960's America.  

My installation, "Isn't It Beautiful," will be on exhibit for Woman. Hair. Power. @ The Ground Floor Gallery.

My former boss may never know the brilliant woman I've become, but you can catch a glimpse of the new and improved me on Saturday, March 29th during this one-day-only Women's History Event.

Tickets are available HERE.