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Queen Dee on a final dream of flight Denise Wooten on crazy((NPM2017 # 8) August Wilson and Fe… on The American Century Cycle platonegro on shoestrings chelleechauxnuff – United States – I do Inter-disciplinary Performing Arts such as Theater, mixed media works, found object collage, palm shard mask making and photo journalism, all while vocalizing all genres of music.I also grow plants and rag-up denim clothing into new designs. I love the oceans, Black cats , Black dogs and good food! chelleechauxnuff on shoestrings
Category Archives: warrior art
Brick House Women (NPM2017 15)
Advertisements brick house women don’t dream God they dream of the ocean walking on water through fire of rising like mist over rivers overcoming with the sunrise standing up when the sun sets when they dream of falling they then dream … Continue reading
The Gratitudes: Moving Hands
Advertisements I am grateful for the movements created out of praying with your hands moving lift us up we will not fall ever forward like the love of mother’s invincible boundless like the abundance of fat godz a lioness awake … Continue reading
Crossroad
Advertisements I am grateful for the crossroads here is where change can occur choices and consequences here is where we walk our heart religion is what you do the crossroads reveal character intention, mettle, and upbringing what you live for … Continue reading
Bobby Hutton Park
Advertisements http://www.oaklandrising.org/sites/default/files/images/images.jpeg The Defermerys are alive, says the beige council woman. They may be living but Bobby Hutton is dead and we have renamed the park to keep him alive surely you understand life and death eternally binary we are … Continue reading
skywriter
Advertisements sometimes you look at your feet you think where you done walked you remember the holes you fell in the times you were underwater before you learned to swim you forget you are walking that the dirt remembers you … Continue reading
The Long Distance Runner
Advertisements I never was a sprinter- perhaps I wanted to be bleached concrete & bright lights smelling of broken dreams called to me since age three. But higher powers had a plan for me- ancestors whispering walk with great faith … Continue reading
promise
Advertisements hands raw from work dedicated to writing their future carving a space for tomorrow to stand with rusted teaspoons in a land of bulldozers tenderly caressing the unborn future seeding it with possible in winters that refuse to end … Continue reading
wind walker
Advertisements the wind at your back wraps your coat around you pushes you forward or lays you low the wind is ever at your back it will not rest so you can not time running behind the wind spilling away … Continue reading
The Sad and Sorry Tale of Caesar Wilkes. (Radio Golf: Production notes #1)
Advertisements To understand the end one must have an appreciation for the beginning. So as I begin production of Radio Golf by August Wilson I am compelled to look back over the American Century Cycle to the beginning. I met … Continue reading
North American African Poet
Advertisements i am a poet language and ideas are my meat & bread the eye a tool that captures the light spilling on to the fully dressed fig tree the flight of birds the wind over the grass the pain … Continue reading
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