Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Art
New
Also check me out Sunday 8/1/10 in Morningside Park, 114th and Morningside for Sundae Sermon, hosted my DJ Stormin' Norman and featuring all female DJ line up including Bev Bond and GEMS. I'll be there doing art. FREE!!!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Haiti Party at Santos March 30th!
Declaration of Independence
a Fundraiser for Haiti by the
Columbia University Caribbean Students Assoc.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Santos Party House
Hosted by TastyKeish
Music by Likwuid
Live Art by LJ Sola!!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Art Exhibt at Shrine Harlem, NYC
This Friday, March 12, opening reception 6-8pm. Runs through April 12, 2010.
Harlem Shrine
2271 Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Blvd (7th Ave.)
Between 133rd and 134th Streets
www.shrinenyc.com
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Live Art at the Nuyorican
My girl DJ Rimarkable put me onto this dope female showcase led by Christelle Durany, who is an amazing jazz singer. I gotta give it up to Olive for keeping the party crackin' too. Lucky for me, my painting was sold at the end of the night. Best..xx
Monday, March 1, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thoughts
New York is one of those tangible anomalies like a glass house or a bar with no liquor license. From a distance, it appears beautiful, perfect, full of color and light. But once inside the light dims, the colors fade, and you realize that perfection probably doesn’t exist at all. And what was beautiful is ugly like a young girl ravaged by time.
Every American with a dream and something to prove to themselves comes to New York. They come to leave behind their former lives of dull brown landscapes, of monotony and small towns, and the slow, sordid life of their mothers and fathers. They come in search of a conquest and a dream; a new beginning, and most find themselves suddenly charging toward old age and personal oblivion in an all consuming rat race. Rats wear many masks, and New York is a place where a naive mid-westerner can be devoured by the bonds of trust. In New York, it’s wise not to trust, no to believe, to remain shut off, and skeptical, while always projecting a positive facade of generosity and openness.
This is the real New York. It is an illusion of harmony, of love, and happiness. Yet, often, when my worn, bruised soul traverses the streets in a clean, pretty body, adorned with bangles and bracelets and stacked heals on my feet... I wonder if the entire city is as miserable as I.
copyright 2009
Every American with a dream and something to prove to themselves comes to New York. They come to leave behind their former lives of dull brown landscapes, of monotony and small towns, and the slow, sordid life of their mothers and fathers. They come in search of a conquest and a dream; a new beginning, and most find themselves suddenly charging toward old age and personal oblivion in an all consuming rat race. Rats wear many masks, and New York is a place where a naive mid-westerner can be devoured by the bonds of trust. In New York, it’s wise not to trust, no to believe, to remain shut off, and skeptical, while always projecting a positive facade of generosity and openness.
This is the real New York. It is an illusion of harmony, of love, and happiness. Yet, often, when my worn, bruised soul traverses the streets in a clean, pretty body, adorned with bangles and bracelets and stacked heals on my feet... I wonder if the entire city is as miserable as I.
copyright 2009
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