The poster for my next show at Ravenworks Gallery in Johnson City, TN. All are welcome except for anyone named Iwaniszek.
Also, I won the Believe in Bristol Art in unusual places contest. Once the art goes up, I'll post photos of it.
The poster for my next show at Ravenworks Gallery in Johnson City, TN. All are welcome except for anyone named Iwaniszek.
Also, I won the Believe in Bristol Art in unusual places contest. Once the art goes up, I'll post photos of it.
Get off dat ass and come see my genius on display.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=630UbYKavCY&t=60s
That is the link to BenDen Productions first video. It's a short film about my big sister Linda who got killed at age 9. But it's also about racism, immigration, and forgiveness. Watch it. And look for our ext project, a massive episodic space opera.
The Anxious Cat.
(Acrylic and marker on 30x38" canvas)
This work is all one line. I started with my marker on the canvas and filled in the spaces with paint.
I'll be giving most of my money from it to non religious charities and using it to buy art supplies for the elementary school down the street from us.
I'm over the moon.
On October 14th I was attacked and assaulted by a cardiologist named Jeff Schoondyke at Karing Hearts Cardiology. I have the police report to prove it and I have filed a complaint about this incident to the TN medical board. This man attacked me while I was having an anxiety attack and my neuropathy was flaring up. He is a menace, a bully, and a person who thinks he is a god.
If he loses his license to practice medicine in TN, I won't hold my breath, then he deserves it.
I fear for my life as long as he is allowed to practice medicine and lives in Johnson City, TN.
Notice how the black(ish) birds are cooped up behind the redline while the 'virginal' innocent 'normal' whiteish bird has plenty of room to grow and get access to good schools and a better life since property taxes pay for schools in all areas, those in neighborhoods with better housing got better schools and more, while at the same time black kids were expected to do as well academically as white kids despite having virtually no school funding and trigger happy cops ran wild to enforce laws that protected the institutionally racist system. Bankers and mortgage company owners exchanged Klan robes for business suits. And the sad thing is it hasn't changed much since 1975.
1973 was one of the worst years ever for me. In late winter/early spring in Detroit an incompetent doctor killed my mother on an operating table. I was not ten years old yet and I had watched my big sister Linda get hit and killed by a car and then a little over two years later I lost the most important person in my life, my mom. We, my remaining siblings and I were forced to go live in a farm, in what turned out to be the Klu Klux Klan HQ of Michigan, with my dad's half sister, her adulterous husband who was obsessed with proving at all times that he was the Alpha male, and their bullying children. It was made clear from day one that they came first and we were second class citizens in a place I did not want to be. I was bullied by my aunt and uncle, whipped with belts, slapped, kicked, and under constant threat of violence. Many foster kids had it worse but any abuse of children, especially ones suffering the trauma I was suffering, was wrong. And to this day my bullying cousins refuse to admit they bullied me. Too bad their parents are dead because I wanted them to admit how badly they treated me and my siblings and to spit on them to show my contempt. Still though, dancing on their graves is pretty satisfying.
This work represents on one level my mom leaving my physical life and on another it represents the gains made by women in the fight for equality. I added bits of color to the female figures to give a nod to all the courageous women of color who had it worse than white women. And the crow/raven has long been associated with death in western art.