Geometry
Posted: January 29, 2015 Filed under: Art, Painting/Drawing, Photography, Sculpture | Tags: 20s, 40s, abstract art, constructivism, Enio Iommi, geometric abstraction, geometry, hats, J.D. Okhai Ojeikere, lines, Lyubov Popova, modern art, Nigeria, ojeikere, shapes Leave a commentBuild Your Own Body
Posted: January 21, 2015 Filed under: Art, Fashion, Painting/Drawing, Photography, Sculpture | Tags: body, collage, fashion, Guy Bourdin, Hanna Holch, head, Jean Arp, sculpture, shoes, torse, torso feet Leave a comment1. Hanna Holch
2. Torso by Jean Arp
3. Guy Bourdin
Let’s Celebrate
Posted: January 16, 2015 Filed under: Poetry, Writing | Tags: appreciate, celebrate, Clay, life, Mandy Coe, observe Leave a commentBy Mandy Coe
Let’s Celebrate
the moments
where nothing happens.
The moments
that fill our lives.
Not the field bright with poppies, but
the times you walked, seeing
no leaves, no sky, only one foot
after another.
We are sleeping
(it’s not midnight and
there is no dream).
We enter a room – no one is in it.
We run a tap,
queue to buy a stamp.
These are the straw moments
that give substance
to our astonishments;
moments the homesick dream of;
the bereaved, the diagnosed.
Love From a Distance
Posted: January 14, 2015 Filed under: Art, Painting/Drawing | Tags: love, love from a distance, Magritte, miss, Rene Magritte, Surrealism, surrealist 1 CommentPraise Song For My Mother
Posted: January 8, 2015 Filed under: Art, Photography, Poetry, Writing | Tags: Caribbean, Caribbean Poetry, Cribbean literature, Grace Nichols, Hank Willis Thomas, Kama Mama, Like mother like daughter, love, mother, motherhood, praise song 1 CommentBy Grace Nichols
You were
water to me
deep and bold and fathoming
You were
moon’s eye to me
pull and grained and mantling
You were
sunrise to me
rise and warm and streaming
You were
the fishes red gill to me
the flame tree’s spread to me
the crab’s leg/the fried plantain smell
replenishing replenishing
Go to your wide futures, you said
Chocoholic
Posted: January 5, 2015 Filed under: Poetry, Writing | Tags: Carol Ann Duffy, chocoholic, chocolate, foodie poetry, Scottish Leave a commentBy Carol Ann Duffy
Into the half-pound box of Moonlight
my small hand crept.
There was an electrifying rustle.
There was a dark and glamorous scent.
Into my open, moist mouth
the first Montelimar went.
Down in the crinkly second layer,
five finger-piglets snuffled,
among the Hazelnut Whirl,
the Caramel Square,
the Black Cherry and Almond Truffle.
Bliss.
I chomped. I gorged.
I stuffed my face,
till only the Coffee Cream
was left for the owner of the box –
tough luck, Anne Pope –
oh, and half an Orange Supreme.