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Blanche Brown
Artist Statement
In my present course of work, I attempt to explore the complications of child’s play, as it must coexist with societal problems and issues—as well as potential for success and failure they must deal with. I accomplish this, in part, through the use of mixed media, found objects, collage, and painting. Abstract images depicting the intermingling of children playing and their interaction with the world around them is also part of my expression.
The limited color palette used in my paintings is significant. The children at play painted in red, orange, and yellow serve as visual indicators that are used in society to sound off a warning. The diminished hues of everything else in the background point to the potential of a bleak, purposeless, uncertain future—if present conditions remain unchanged. As adults and parents we need to continue to take a firm interest in the well-being of our children—this is our only hope for a promising future. If the essence of this can be understood, peak interest, and possibly effect change, I am satisfied.
MIND THE CHILDREN PLAYING, PLEASE!!
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Cherub's Corner
Beauty is Her Name (Angel Wings pt 2)
Rock hard love we a solid kinda like an onyx thing Da basis for my plan my blueprint spells her name And if we break up da ruler of hells to blame For our chemistry God is our main component In arguments the Devil is my opponent Never hurt afraid she might just take flight Angel wings so white her body so beautiful she right She right never left me we don’t take wide steps She could read my mind when she put her hand on my chest Eve…Adam makes mistakes let me back into Eden Love is in the air anywhere any season Beauty don’t leave yo heard the last rhyme Don’t walk like that member that last time? Shawty you knocked me dead flat line (echoes) Zeus let Apollo get a chance with Aphrodite Trying to impress cupid so she’d like me Everlastin’ Passion my heart she does patchin’ My scars are meltin’ give me my Band-Aid and peroxide Every morning I wake up she’s by my side Hatshepsut she independent might suffocate my class She so sophisticated make me feel like trash Im in clear sight but they can’t see me though If im owner and boss you co CEO Heaven missing its messenger God might not let me in But I already got the heavenly experience she’d just jet me in But she’s a flight attendant I see her door knockers on her ear The love took me high I’m flying on a love leer We gotta a little turbulence but for the most part we airlines Pump the bliss respirator escalator shawty knocked me dead flat line |
