This series of black and white acrylic paintings size 16 x 20, is a collection of narratives about the word NO. How many times as a woman, you hear the word NO as you make a life for yourself and how many times a woman must say NO to grow, empower and protect herself in society. Such a small word with so much power.
The following are poems, statements, and stories based on this installation. Interested in prints, please click here.
I can take it off. You can watch. One strap. The other. Freeing myself.
Taking the groceries from the car up three flights of stairs in one trip. Eight bags. Five in one hand and three in the other.
Eight hours at work. Stand up, stretch, grab my coat and bag and run to the elevator.
Carrying one child in left arm and holding the hand of the other in with the right. Loving them and keeping the safe.
Taking down my hair. Putting on the black dress with those amazing shoes.
To the bar to sit next to you.
To your car, to your porch, to your bed.
She loves me. She loves me. She loves me. She loves me. She loves me not.
She loves him. She loves him. She loves him. He knows it. Does he love her? She doesn’t know.
We all came into this world with a crown on our head. Royalty to humanity, to our spiritual selves. Stripped away by life’s pain, ego, lack of love.
Let’s take our crowns back. It’s easy. Love ourselves, love each other, know our worth.
You are like beautiful trees. Strong bodies of different shapes and sizes, firmly rooted, nourishing the world with light and energy.
Tresses, like leaves, stretching and expanding to the sky. Let me sit next to you and be free.
Beautiful outside. Abandoned inside.
Don’t come any closer. I love best from afar.
This America…It is not for me.
Sometimes I think if they look at me from a different angle, just maybe they will see me as I am
She is beautiful. Lean and tall, straight, dirty-blonde hair. Her skin white. Her eyes blue. The world has created its standards and she is it. She is beautiful. She is lovely, without question, but what about me?
My eyes dark, rooted in history, knowledge, and curiosity. Body curvy and round. Lips full. I see this looking back at me in the mirror. Hair genetically silver, just like my grandmother and her daughter; masked by hemp and indigo. Am I beautiful? Am I?
The darkness caged in all of us is needed to become the human beings we are meant to be. Let her free.
Join, march, scream, chant, tweet, post, film. It is not enough.
We need action now before even the freedoms our creator gave us are taken away by fear.
273 days of sitting quietly and all I know is I have a lot more questions. Is this enlightenment?
Her body speaks loudly.
She Said No