Tawny Chatmon is a Tokyo-born photography-based artist. She started her creative journey as a commercial photographer then began exploring further after capturing the effects of prostate cancer on her father. Delving deep she experimented with collages, paint, and hand-drawn illustration while showing underrepresented beauty in different series.
R&B isn’t dead. Marco Mckinnis is a 17-year-old Virginia native. His voice is 1997’s Love Jones in vocal form. He premiered “My Own”, a track inspired by a past relationship, with Saint Heron in early 2016. Make room for more soulful sounds, his first project is currently being made. ‘How I Feel’, is his first single, it is available on all streaming platforms.
Also, listen to the track below: Nothing by Rex Orange County ft. Marco Mckinnis
I had the honor of seeing Papa Machete at Homeless, a pop-up exhibit located in Miami. The exhibit curated by Axel Void featured local and international artists ranging from film to watercolor on canvas.
Papa Machete takes the viewer on a voyage to Jacmel, Haiti where Alfred Avril teaches the Haitian art of machete fencing also known as Tire Machèt. The subsistence farmer also teaches the history of the machete which was used in the Haitian Revolution to gain victory over the French. The machete has many uses and carries a theme within Avril’s life. It is used to fight within Tire Machèt and also to fight agricultural globalization when used as a farming tool.
In 2015, the film made its U.S. premiere at the Sundance Film Festival. The short film was produced by Third Horizon and directed by Jonathan David Kane. Third Horizon is a Miami-based collective of Caribbean creatives. The collective displays and supports Caribbean filmmakers at their own annual film festival. The Third Horizon Caribbean Film Festival will take place at O Cinema and Pérez Art Museum Miami from September 28 to October 1st.
Rest in Peace to the great Barkley L. Hendricks. He was a famous photographer and contemporary painter known for his portrayal of black subjects. He created works that displayed the unknown black experience through vivid colors and ideas. His work has been featured at the Studio Museum in Harlem, The National Gallery of Art, and his hometown at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Hendricks was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and lived and worked in New London, Connecticut. He earned both his BFA and MFA from Yale University and was the subject of a traveling exhibition, Barkley L. Hendricks: Birth of the Cool. Hendricks died due to natural causes and is survived by his wife of 34 years.
Take All the Time You Need (Adrienne Hawkins), 1975.
Arriving Soon, 1973.
Vitamin K for Fun, 1982, Oil, acrylic
“Lawdy Mama” (1969), oil and gold leaf on canva
Roscoe, 2016, oil and acrylic on canvas
Hold on. I’m Comin’, 1976, hand-tinted silver gelatin print
Family Jules: NNN (No Naked Niggahs), 1974, Oil on Linen
Fergie’s Feet, 1975, tinted silver gelatin print
A documentary on the show ‘Barkley L. Hendricks: Birth of the Cool’ at the Nasher Museum of Art at Duke University.
Slick (Self-Portrait) (1977), oil, acrylic, and magna on linen canvas
I basically lived on blogs around 2008-2010 (especially Kanye’s old blog, Mobliving, Herfection , and illroots). Around that time I started changing a lot from being comfortable with the norm to being against it. I found N*E*R*D on the Billionaire Boys Club blog and that was my gateway to the whole skateboard subculture that I’m in love with now. I found links to Kanye’s old posts and it made me so happy. Seeing Kanye’s art and music posts from the “backpack era” reminded me of that stage in my life when I started to find myself. It reminded me of the old me who was afraid to express herself fully. I cared about how people viewed me and I was afraid to have a solid voice but now I don’t care. I value my self-expression and identity fully as a 20-year-old.
Blogs were so “in” around that time and I’m a little mad at myself because I didn’t hop on that bandwagon and start on my music journalism or simply just my journalism journey. It’s never too late so here is where I begin. Nostalgia is so powerful and warm. Looking at a picture or listening to a song can carry you into a past memory so quickly, its ridiculous.