Good news…Our Bitty Kitty ran to get a treat tonight after he came home last night listless and cranky. He has a cyst. We await the results. No matter, he’s in good spirits and has a lovely appetite. Meanwhile, I am halfway through the Summer 2 session and already miss my American Swagger class, but… Continue reading coming up roses
While looking at a zine I made three years ago on the eve of going to an artist residency in Iceland, I was reminded of my Mixcloud site, which I must have set up while teaching “Bebop to Hip Hop.” I mentioned it in my zine (it has the same name as this blog). I… Continue reading mix and musings
Second week of “American Swagger” almost over. Meanwhile, learned today our sweet Bitty Kitty has a tumor. We thought it was a tic. No room in his throat if it grows. Surgery Monday. Sweet lil fella. Send good thoughts. Please. He’s our eldest and is the glue that keeps the other three together. Meanwhile, I… Continue reading musings
This week, students enrolled in my “American Swagger” class are thinking through the across time possibilities and limitations of gender, race, class and ethnicity while studying the way in which people, even ones deemed mere commodities, make claims to power, which is to say, how they manifest swagger. The term “swagger” has a long history,… Continue reading the shadow supports the substance
Part of my purging includes letting go of three caps and seven t-shirts made on the eve of the premiere of The Grant Green Story, a documentary I co-directed, at the 2016 Harlem International Film Festival. A portion of the proceeds go to charity. The film was also shown in Tuscaloosa, Iceland and Scotland. Before… Continue reading letting go
Dedicated to anyone who wants it all to be over – now.
On this 4th of July, I am thinking of the people who inspire me artistically and otherwise. Some of them contribute to my ability to live freely. The beautiful print posted above arrived yesterday. It was made by Phoebe Beasley, the only artist to twice receive the Presidential Seal. She spoke at the University of… Continue reading freedom over me
New windowsill bed made of mohair for our oldest kitty whose joints are clearly hurting. He loves sitting on things that are warm. In typical kitty fashion, he is indifferent. We shall see how it goes. Maybe this will be sewn onto one of my hand made skirts or sweaters. Meanwhile, I love how this… Continue reading musings
Having fun today sending out more mail art postcards. Happy to be outside for a bit. Had a good week of playing horseshoes. Speaking of outside, as posted elsewhere, JB and I just went to our fave post office. Cracking up at how some of the front yards in Tuscaloosa County need to be in… Continue reading won’t you be my neighbor?
And not solely because I love the name Mae and all that it implies about black rural womanhood, I appreciated a story in The New York Times about Arkansas-born quilter Effie Mae Martin a.k.a. Rosie Lee Tompkins. Do read it if you haven’t. Powerful woman. Powerful legacy. Meanwhile, as I count the growing number of… Continue reading effie mae