NAAM exhibit: calendar filling up

Have you checked my Facebook page recently? February is filling up fast.

Remember the collage workshop I'm teaching at the Northwest African American Museum? It's next weekend, February 4th. Sign up here. You bring your photos, I'll bring (part of) my collage paper stash.

And later that month, I'm hoping you'll join me for an artist talk with photographer Intisar Abioto of The Black Portlanders.

Among other things, we're interested in what inclusion means in the Northwest for people of African descent. We'll also discuss how that inclusion (or lack thereof) impacts our respective art practices. Let us know you're coming; RSVP here and bring a friend!

Book of Bulmash, chapter 103

Book of Bulmash, chapter 103

1. The mother peered into her coffee cup, trying to name the peculiar experience in which she found herself.
2. Had her soul left her body without her notice? Had she awoken to life in another universe?
3. Was the Apocalypse truly upon the family?
4. For the nine year-old had arisen from his bed with very little resistance that dawn.
5. The child recounted to his mother that he had resisted the temptation to sneak downstairs to the kitchen at midnight;
6. He had consumed a snack, but not one forbidden to him at that hour;
7. And further, the child announced, "I refrained from eating my snack upstairs in my bed --- nay, I ate at the kitchen table as I should.
8. "And then I cleaned up after my snack and returned to my bed to sleep."
9. The mother's eyes scanned the kitchen, but found no evidence to disprove the child's tale.
10. With some effort, she closed her slack jaw.
11. Meanwhile, the boy proceeded to consume his breakfast and morning dietary supplementation.
12. Then a great and nearly-incomprehensible revelation dawned in the mother's mind:
13. The child was Following Directions... without being goaded into this behavior by maternal rage and frustration.
14. The family was witnessing a morning ritual that would nourish all, body and soul.
15. The mother made sure to thank her son with genuine gratitude, bestowing a kiss to the forehead.
16. Then she returned to her caffeine and thanked the Almighty for what was surely a hallucination that would vanish with the rising sun.

NAAM exhibit: work(shop) with me, people

Make some time for family... in a collage you'll make yourself.

I'm teaching a collage workshop in February at the Northwest African American Museum! We'll collage copies of your favorite family photos onto art papers of your choice. Oh, but we're not done yet. We'll use one of my favorite techniques to add words to your pictures. Details:

If you've ever wanted to take a class with me... THIS IS YOUR GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY. Sign up now -- yeah, I know the class isn't until February, but next month will be here sooner than you think!