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Flowers for the Trashman, Director’s Notes

“The average child can tell you more about his favorite artist than he can his own family. The everyday adult knows how to talk at children but spends little time talking to them as equal humans with viable information about themselves and their environment to offer. We are alone, traveling together on a blue ball spinning in space, more connected than ever before, and yet we are alone, isolated in our individual stories of self…” Continue reading

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The Lower Bottom Playaz; Full Metal

Bullets are usually made of lead. If you cover a lead bullet with copper you get a Full Metal Jacket; an armor piercing projectile. It is our intention to wound you with art. You will leave feeling something. You  will be moved . … Continue reading

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June 2011, & X @ 67

June 2011   Superman went home followed by Geronimo Pratt Tears and struggle from Harlem to Tanzania Souls set free from heavy bodies X’s wisdom brightens the midnight sky in Babylon as we remember Sun Ra in the laughter of … Continue reading

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Diary of a mad creative: I create therefore I am pt.16

I know how to make lemonade. Only I stop me. If you stand in the path you may get left on the side of the road or perhaps ran over. I drive to the hoop by nature. I look for the blessings, value my haters, and move in one direction, forward. Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt 15

I have been wounded by Wilson and something is growing in the cut. Art should bruise, inspire, provoke, affirm, pose questions and soothe. Gem has done all that and Wilson is offering me more. I accept. Continue reading

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