Punch Drunk Love

Fort Greene Festival

I am now the Outreach and Communication intern for The Black Girl Project. I was sent out to the Fort Greene Festival this past Saturday, it was a full day of music and food. There was a performance at the end by Common. He stole my heart, it's official! This is some of the who's and what's that I saw.

The Black Girl Project

In a culture where Black women and girls are either venerated for their
saintly accomplishments which strips them of any other character attribute
except that of martyr/mammy, or demonized and used as the fall gal to explain
away all that is wrong with the Black community and society-at-large, it is
important to hear and see Black girls speak their truths.

Click here for more.

Painting with Light

These are beautiful. I found them here.

What do you call your self?

"A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity.." -Rilke

I don't call myself a writer or a poet. Sometimes though the need to write hits me in the dead of the night, right before I'm about to fall asleep. At those times I get up turn on the lights and write don't the words in my head. Afterwards, with out reading what I just put down on paper, I fall in bed happy that I listened to the words my heart was shouting at me.

One day I'm going to compile all this mini stories from my heart into a book.

p.s. I'm reading one letter from Letters To A Young Poet a day

Books I must own...soon!

If I wasn't capable of reading a book a day I would be confident that that tiny list of seven books would last me through out the whole summer. As it is I've already finish two books, (in two days), and I'm going to start reading Black Girl in Paris tomorrow.

I was thinking about books I've read in the past and loved, but can't remember now. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou was one of those books. I read it in HS, and can remember nothing about it expect that I liked it. Last semester I read an essay from Sherman Alexie and fell in love with this author. Now I must have The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. When I was in JHS I read four books by Mildred D. Taylor They were wonderful but I forgot the names as soon as I finish them. I came across one of them at the $1 table at strand a while back and now I must own all four stories.

1. Song of the Trees
2. Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry (I own this one)
3. Let the Circle Be Unbroken
4. The Road to Memphis

Hopefully I'll be able to get these books soon. If I don't though there's a summary to The Road to Memphis on Wikipedia. =/

Until next time.

Sleep Don't Come Easy

These last couple of day here in NY have been mind numbingly hot! All I've been able to do is sit in bed, read, and sweat. I finished two of the books on that list, and since I'm trying to make the list last the summer I'm now re-reading Harry Potter #5.

Today was nice(I didn't sweat at all! WOOT!) and I got some stuff done for my hair. Did I mention that I turned my tumblr blog into a natural hair blog....no? Well check it out here! I'm getting into the habit of making things for my hair instead of buying them. I might have a mini business by the end of the summer.

Now about that portfolio I need to be doing. I'm ashamed to say I haven't worked on it since last Sunday when I went to Dumbo BK(view pictures in last post). I'm confined to my house because right now I literally can't afford to go anywhere, and I find it very hard to get inspired to do anything art wise at home. My home isn't inspiring. Ah well I know my success lies in my hands and that feels good to say! If I don't succeed it will only be my fault.

This turned out to be a rambling post. This is what happens when your clock gets turned around because of the humidity. Sleep deprivation at its lowest.

Is it Summer yet...?

DUMBO, Brooklyn NY