AweSome AweTism Adventures Art Project


 

 

Stephen's finished Photo Picture Collage
Stephen’s finished Photo Picture Collage

 

Stephen's Collage in Progress
Stephen’s Picture Collage in Progress

 

 

AweSome AweTism Adventures Art Project

 

 

Where I’ve been and Where I’m Going

August 16th after ten years of service I retired from the museum.

I’ve had the privilege to be surrounded by beautiful lovely wonderful art on a daily basis as well as excellent co-workers who are artists. Being around gifted and talented people stimulated me to start creating my own artworks of Mixed Media Collages and eventually acrylic paintings. This gave me the opportunity to participate and exhibit in several exhibitions.

Some of my paintings and collages:

https://photos.app.goo.gl/UbhMM99bxqpJYN5o7

Now that I’m retired I’ve decided to devote even more focus and determination towards my artwork. Back in April I opened my Etsy Shop.

https://www.etsy.com/shop/SurrealDealArtworks

I’ve also identified a building on Fulton Street near Rockaway Avenue as a potential Art Gallery.

 

 

https://photos.app.goo.gl/J4Sfo4iAJ3QLn7tu8

https://photos.app.goo.gl/J4Sfo4iAJ3QLn7tu8

 

There are many artists in my neighborhood but perhaps they don’t have a place to exhibit and sell their art. I want to change that. Manhattan does not have a monopoly on art galleries.

Brownsville/Bed-Stuy has been classified as working class and of course the neighborhood has it’s share of Homeless Shelters, halfway houses and folks receiving government assistance. Poverty does not have to be an obstacle. If the people here especially the young people have an art center where they can come to create and display their artwork it will not just change the neighborhood but will change their world. Creation gives you a purpose and an element of control over their lives. Here is a clip from the documentary Humble Beauty “Skid Row Artists”

https://youtu.be/k_b5yxP8pYw

Art Activism

In order to make this happen I’m asking for a donation of $125 or whatever you can afford

This will help me build my base. My foundation. So that I may be a credit and a help to my neighborhood and expand my program to Queens. My future plans are to extend my program to Ghana where a young Ghanaian woman operates a Center for Children and Adults with Autism.

 

Art Autism and Activism

I’m especially interested in returning art to adults with Autism because my brother Stephen Palmer has Autism. His training Center AABR located in Jamaica, Queens, NY had to lay off the Art Teacher due to budget cuts. AABR has the space. The classroom is available but no Art Teacher. I want to fix that by giving Adults with developmentally disabilities the opportunity to explore their creative abilities.

Below is an example of some art Stephen has created. Once of his favorite artists and influences is Basquiat. Stephen created the photo picture collage at my house during a home visit. I’m determined that Stephen should and must have art in his life therefore when we spend time together we often got to the Brooklyn Museum as well as other New York City area museums. I keep art supplies in my home so Stephen can create to his hearts content. However Stephen’s friends at AABR may not be fortunate to have family or friends to give them an art opportunity. Therefore I intend to rectify this situation.

 

 

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Stephen Palmer painting

 

My desire is that you will be able to make an investment not just in me but in folks who don’t have a voice to give them a voice through art.

Thank you.

DeBorah Ann Palmer

ROAMING URBAN GYPSY

https://roamingurbangypsy.com/

 

You may contribute via PayPal using my email address: deborah.palmer280@gmail.com

 

Twitter

@Dancingpalmtree

http://twitter.com/dancingpalmtree

Pinky: “Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?”

The Brain: “The same thing we do every night, Pinky—try to take over the world!”

 

 

 

 

Share Your World – May 28, 2018


 

 

Share Your World – May 28, 2018

Share Your World – May 28, 2018

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If you were to pack a basket for picnic lunch, what would be in your basket?

Fruit, Salad, Cheese, small sandwiches, water

On a vacation what you would require in any place that you sleep?

That it be clean with freshly laundered sheets and blankets. Well kept. Air conditioning

If you were to buy a new house/apartment what is the top three items on your wish list?

That everything be on one level. Stairs/steps are no longer my friends. I don’t want to do any type of climbing.

I would really Love to have my own art studio in order to have more space in which to create. The paintings are beginning to pile up around the house! LOL!! 

Art Studio Wish List

I would Love for the studio to be located in Manhattan, Brooklyn or Queens, Near transportation, ie the Subway.   That it be Large, airy, filled with Natural Sunlight; on the ground level for easy access; along with adjacent spacious Living quarters for myself and for Stephen’s visits.  That way both Stephen and I could explore our artistic gifts and talents.

I would welcome having my own art studio/living space.  This would be a Dream come true!  So fantastic and fabulous!

 

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

 

Last week at work was horrible with more of the same to come. It won’t get better. So here is the expression that comes to mind.

 

It hurts too much to laugh but I’m too old to cry.

 

 

I found this reality check on one of my Instagram buddies posts.  This acronym expresses what is truly going on inside my mind.  So many people lie and project falsehoods  I don’t. Complete and total Honesty.  No fake painted on kewpie/Barbie doll smiles.  That’s Bullshit.

What you see is what you get.  If you can’t accept me as I truly am then you are not my friend.  I don’t do those stupid phony Memes/Affirmations that I see all over social media. I believe in “Keeping it Real.”

Daily Workplace Nightmares

This is me to a T and this is what I really mean when I say I’m FINE.  I operate a “No Bullshit Zone.”

F ~~ Freaked Out also totally Frazzled

I ~~ Insecure

N ~~ Nervous

E ~~ Emotional

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Learning To Be a Painter at 64


 

 

Here is the Link to the article.

https://hyperallergic.com/444922/learning-to-be-a-painter-at-64/

 

Here is the original article in it’s entirety.

 

PRINCETON, NJ — After retiring as a professor of American history from Princeton University, Nell Painter embarked on a new chapter of her life: to become a practicing artist. Her Ph.D. from Harvard wouldn’t be enough to get her into a good MFA program, so at the age of 64, the author of four books including the New York Times bestseller The History of White People, enrolled as an undergraduate at Mason Gross School of the Arts at Rutgers. And while others her age may have been satisfied with taking painting classes through the local community college or continuing ed program (or even at the senior center) Painter applied the earnestness that had driven her through her scholarly career all the way through completion of a BFA at Mason Gross and then an M.F.A. at the Rhode Island School of Design. No little old lady painting flowers in vases is she.

Old in Art School to be published by Counterpoint Press in June 2018, is the memoir that chronicles Painter’s journey toward achieving what her name suggests.

Nell Painter, “Twentieth Century Drawing” (2008) ink & graphite

The book is beautifully written, fun and funny, describing how, after a life of overcoming unfair treatment as a black woman, she is now fighting the discrimination of being OLD, black, and female. The book is filled with anecdotes like one about waiting at for a train in New Brunswick and being approached by an 18-year-old art student in a little skirt who asks “Just how old are you?”

And then there’s the one professor who’s determined to teach her that she will never be an artist. “You may show your work. You may have a gallery. You may sell your work. You may have collectors,” he tells her, but adds that she lacks the “essential component, the ineffable inner quality necessary to truly be An Artist.”

Full disclosure: I have a running fantasy of starting over and going to art school — and I’m 64. Reading Painter’s account reminds me of something an art professor once warned: going to art school may very well kill the artist in you!

Painter struggles to keep her creative juices flowing. “That contented concentration is what I love about making art,” she writes.

I don’t call it fun. My non-artist friends would invariably ask … was I having fun? True, art can feel like play, can actually be play. But I’d say fun is too frivolous (a) word for the contentment, the concentration, the peace of mind I experience when I draw or paint …

Old in Art School appeals not just to those who dream about becoming late-in-life artists, but anyone who grapples with how to direct their energies post-retirement. In this sense, being an “artist” is more about designing your life, defying the kind of giving up that retiring sometimes implies. Being retired doesn’t mean being retiring, but rather is a turning point, a chance to pursue a new direction not yet explored.

Nell Painter, “Back Man 1” (2011) acrylic, oil stick, and collage on canvas

Painter’s artwork has been exhibited at the San Angelo Museum of Fine Art, Smith College Museum of Art, Brooklyn Historical Society, Gallery Aferro in Newark, New Jersey, and SUNY Genesco, but perhaps her greatest work of art is this memoir, providing an inside look at the hurdles to becoming an artist at any age.

There are interesting anecdotes about those who inspire her: Faith Ringgold, Alice Neel, Romare Bearden, Betty Saar, Maira Kalman, and Sonia Delauney, among them. At times, in her generous attempt to share her art education, she becomes a bit didactic, but this is inevitable given how studious she is. It’s not enough to go to art school; she also spends weekends in intensive classes at the New York Academy of Art.

When one of her professors speaks of her own Yale assignment to complete 100 drawings, Painter’s fellow students groan as she imposes the challenge on herself — and mind you, this was taken up while writing “The History of White People,” chairing various scholarly organizations and flying back and forth to the West Coast to care for elderly parents. She incorporates her feelings about her dying parents in her work, only to have a teacher call it “dreary.”

Even when she makes the final visit to see her mother before she dies, Painter brings chapters of her book to review, and while she had aspirations to draw her mother dying, in the end she cannot, fearing the artmaking would separate her from the experience.

Nell Painter, “Self-Portrait 10” (2010) acrylic & collage

Indeed art school does seem to be killing the artist in her — especially when fellow students don’t share her interest in the black aesthetic, black artists and her defense of the role of women in art. “The lack of concern for what I was groping toward, for what I was trying to do, deflated me.” When other students get disheartened they want to go home, but Painter can’t go home (her saintly husband holds down the fort in Newark) — this is what she’s here to do.

She shines a light on some of the ways old people, with partners and professions, don’t fit in, such as at residential art programs like Skowhegan, which she writes is rife with:

exuberant young people creating art intensively, expressively in gigantic gestures and series of all-night wonders of solitary and cooperative imagination … tattooed art kids bounding around in shorts and flipflops … annoyed by misunderstood rules, propelled by hormonal surges, drinking and drugging and fucking in the bushes, throwing up in their studios.

She finds herself surrounded by Korean students whose parents sent them to RISD based on its US News & World Report ranking. While Painter set out to make art school the icing on the cake of her life, in the end she describes grad school as an exercise in humiliation. A self-described fuddy duddy, her young classmates do help her to loosen up.

Nell Painter, “Nature of Life April” (2010) acrylic on canvas panel

Painter dwells a bit much on being self-conscious about becoming an artist, about how to dress as an artist and achieve the look of an artist — it’s almost as if her agent instructed her to add those details to seem more human. It’s hard to picture this stalwart woman succumbing to straightening her hair. When you’re an OLD artist you take drastic measures to be well looked upon by colleagues less than half your age. The attention to beauty routines is to impress younger colleagues. Even as Painter talks about embracing aging, it’s apparent that for her, going to art school at this stage of life is a way of seeking the fountain of youth.

In the end, she doesn’t really make a case for choosing art school late in life. Had she not been so academically oriented, her own knowledge, insights, and efforts might have taken her more directly toward her goal. But then we would not have the rich experience of riding along on this journey with her.

Old in Art School is to be published by Counterpoint Press in June 2018.

 

 

 

I can relate to the struggles of this retired Black Woman professor who decided to pursue her Art degree at age 64. Her work has been exhibited in many museums.  Nell Painter is an academic and an accomplished woman on all levels.  I on the other hand am not a publisher author nor do I have any letters behind my name however I believe I can accomplish my goals through drive and hard work.  I do have a degree in English and I could make the argument for a relationship between art and literature but I won’t.

At age 59 I am pursuing my art career but having a dead end low paying job nor do I have a partner to hold down the fort or support me art school is not in the picture for me. My instructors will be every New York city Art museum. As well as all those wonderful free art instruction videos on YouTube. Plus I definitely don’t want to have anything to do with any more Lily white institutions. My intention is to build community with as many artists of African descent as possible.

Personally I know that once I leave the workforce meaning will return to my life and my living will have worth and value.

However also being Old, Black and female I’ve had to re-educate many narrow minded disrespectful Millennials who have been indoctrinated with stereotypes of who and what they think Black people should be or can and cannot do. Just proves racism coupled with a false sense of entitlement based on skin color is passed from one generation to the next. But rest assured that I will rip you a new one if you try that bullshit with me. 

Too many times I’ve had to put rude nasty 20 and 30 somethings In Check. Obviously they didn’t have proper Home Training but that’s a tale for another day.

Having survived years of racism, bigotry and discrimination in the workplace it’s time for me to pack the shellac, go where I’m Celebrated and pursue my dreams.

 

Success is the best revenge against all haters.

No Weapon ~~ Not Even the Hurt


 

 

 

Isaiah 54:17 New King James Version (NKJV)

17 No weapon formed against you shall prosper,
And every tongue which rises against you in judgment
You shall condemn.
This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord,
And their righteousness is from Me,”
Says the Lord.

 

 

Betwixt Faith and Doubt

Between Heaven and Hell

 

 

 

Who Am I Now?

For Not All Wounds Run Red

 Lesions, Cut, Gash Laceration, Tear and Slash  ~~  |||| Kin to abandonment and betrayal


Internal abrasions and bruise less seen but more damage done.

Exile first from the Garden then not able to enter the Promised Land

 

Lighting and Thunder Shooting Out of white fluffy cumulus clouds

 

These Be the Remaining Elements Shattered in Steel

Composing Fractured Skull Moments

The Keeper Knows

Secluded Mysteries Cloaked in pinprick light night

 

Signature

Zabine Le Noire

Rainey Electronic Moizes

Raynia Strobe Moonlit

 

The Hurt Behind the Mask ~~ Seasons of Regret and Sorrow

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The Hurt Behind The Mask ~~ Seasons of Regret

 

 

 

 

“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.” 2 Corinthians 4:8, 9 (NIV)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome to My Creation Station


Bicycle Ride

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Bicycle Ride

https://dancingpalmtrees.com/2018/04/09/im-now-on-etsy/

Welcome to My Creation Station

Mixed Media Photo Collages

Folk Art Meets Abstract Expressionism

 

Some of my artistic inspiration comes from the Artist Mark Rothko coupled with the world of Alice in Wonderland.  Of course as a novice painter I’m still finding my style as well as the technique most suitable for me.

Mark Rothko

 

Stages of the Creative Process

 

Step by Step

Surreal Deal Artworks

https://www.etsy.com/shop/SurrealDealArtworks

Small Breeze on a Still Pond

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Small Breeze on a Still Pond

 

 

Macy Gray – Beauty In The World