I have engaged in Art projects around Nottingham and willing to push further out into the East Midlands region. My art form personally is poetry and jewellery design but I can see myself being more of a mixed visual experimental artist. I have a wider outstanding experience in the industry I have always wanted to be a part of. I have had academic set backs during school and college due to my dyslexia that was diagnosed in university and English and maths academia. If I was to go back through the system I would ask the teacher certain questions but I understand that they are working to live and the school is only standing on passing grades but most things they teach has nothing to do with life skills. Our kids bust their brains learning things that will never help them get a job or how to be confident. Children are taught how to be quite. For convenience of others. Children are not supposed to be that quiet. They are meant to be what their age is. They are quickly suppressed then we get suicidal, secretive angry teenagers who have been told to shut up and respect the orders. How are they supposed to repect when respect has not been shown. It’s frustrating that I feel a lot freer now. The people who have respect for me and my work or help I would never imagine in a hundred years. I believe that a child should grasp as much of the world as it’s mind can digest the school system does not make the minds eat real knowledge. It forces paper and rules down their mouth. Rules are OK as long as they don’t demean the person.
Who saw more pain
In the world than In
That woman who tried to
Fix back a broken vase
As a child because she did not
Want a telling off
She wanted it to look perfect
She never knew that she would
Become an anxious woman
That just felt the need to fix everything around
She sought to fix people
Even the ones who snapped her
Like a pencil
As fragile as she became to herself
She still managed to be strong
She would splutt words of kindness
Words of life
Spin up concoctions of teas and food
She would hold on to the wounds
In the pits of hands
Clean up the very sick from
The spew on your clothes
Make sure you look presentable
Her face didn’t scarn you once.
They had stepped all over her good
Nature created weeds in her garden
And she created life with those weeds.
We in a world
Where being fearless
Takes money from the big man’s
Being fearful makes other people think
You need their fear placed upon
You for protection.
Fear is a blocking state of mind
It works for or against you.
No fear the same but a man who is
Fearless is frowned upon.
He is seen as a rebel because he is not
Sitting back waiting for a
Miracle to appear
He realises that he is the miracle
Who will appear to himself.
So this is quite different from my usual. And has a mind boggling affect in my present mind thoughts. I look at my son and think what should I leave for him, in this world and what could he leave for other people and so forth. So I have started to do vlogs hopefully they will be of use to anyone. I am a raw person no smooth edges tho I’d like to be smooth I guess the more real I am the more relatable I am. I can talk from a place of worry to a place of problem solving. I see a huge difference in communities and peoples attitudes towards buying and saving. The government dose not give you an option to save and jobs these days don’t offer stability. Right now it’s banging heads against walls and dissing society that seems to have us stuck but it is the society we are comfortable living in and then dissing. It’s like an abusive relationship with something you know is bad and you are fighting against it but it’s all you know.
I hear issues in my own community which is black Afro Carribean from the UK. We face so much discrimination racial, sexual you name it. Our kids are targeted by this very energy from a young age. I remember cradling my womb whilst repeatedly hearing the shooting of black men, boys and women by the police. I’m am a black woman giving birth to a black boy whom at the age of 10 would be automatically seen as a black man in this society compared to the white boys and other races who are the same age. They could be acting the same playing the same but my son would be out numberd this is a fact. He is seen as cute and adorable but it doesn’t last. What I am saying is opportunities are not equal in society so how can we build a community where we can review how we can internally build an economy and confidence in self. I am for learning and teaching.