Secret Garden

Red pigment covers my body, all surfaces in my home and my young toddlers. Red footprints and red fingerprints everywhere. The residue of a crazy last minute installation. Days before procrastination delays me as I seize anything that I could use an excuse not to do this deceptively simple project. Lamps, Lifeboats & Ladders. The vision and reality collide in a beautiful explosion of done did it! College allnighter culture in full effect.

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“Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.” -Rumi

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In our own voices…

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Navigating Space for Women through Poetry, Literature and Art: Asya Abdrahman, Faith Adiele, Tonya M. Foster

In celebration of International Women’s Day and in collaboration with the Museum of the African Diaspora, memoirist and travel writer Faith Adiele, poet and essayist Tonya Foster, and visual artist Asya Abdrahman discussed the ways they make place and navigate the literary, artistic and academic worlds in which they live and work. The event included readings by the authors and offered opportunities for visual and literary artists to respond to each other’s work. The event took place within in the context of the current MoAD exhibition, Where Is Here, curated by Jacqueline Francis and Kathy Zarur.

Because We Come from Everything: Poetry and Migration
March 2017 Poetry Center programming appears under the sign of this line by Juan Felipe Herrera, in conjunction with 20+ member organizations from across the country constituting the newly formed Poetry Coalition

Event contact: Museum of the African Diaspora
Event phone: 415-358-7200
Event sponsor: The Poetry Center and Museum of the African Diaspora

We the people don’t believe you…

Enfolded within me is the entire universe. I am indeed the evident book by whose alphabets the hidden become manifest.

 

IMG_0754.JPGDreaming up a world…

Tribe Called Quest dropped a timely song last fall, titled We The People… So fitting for the current climate. They mentioned “The fog and the smog of new media. The large false narratives.” It’s time to take back our narratives.

Joyously, I assert my right to be, to exist.

Today, I begin my 100 days of acts of incredible beauty. Yes, the “towel” will remain on my head and will be crowned with amazing deeds of being love. My peoples are now banned in my country. Nothing is more delicious than being illicit and forbidden. Challenge accepted.

As Ali (RAD) said, Enfolded within me is the entire universe. I am indeed the evident book by whose alphabets the hidden become manifest.

 

LOVE ALWAYS WINS

 

 

 

I Lift My Lamp

Impossibly, my teenage mother changed my destiny. Born in the middle of multiple wars, I’m the impossible love. Impossible people will rise in Impossible times. LOVE ALWAYS WINS 💖Power to the Peaceful

 

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Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless,
Tempest-tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning,
And her name, Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome;
Her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor
That twin cities frame.
“Keep, Ancient Lands, your storied pomp!”
Cries she with silent lips.

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless,
Tempest-tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

It’s still week 1! Human’s take note… The more flagrantly each group of humans’ rights are being stripped uncontested the more quickly it’ll be your groups turn regardless of how you identify. Yesterday it was illegal immigration, TODAY it’s legal immigrants, very soon it will be citizens. We know the order already. Muslims (I’m honored to be first on the list because I’ll be Impossible 😋), Latino’s, Blacks, LGBTQIA, Press, Women, Scientist & all non-white male Christians. Learn well from history. When my mom was pregnant with me in Asmara her neighbor callously said to her “No need for concern, it’s only Muslims that are dying. We Christians are safe so it’s ok.” The next week my mother was horrified to see that same lady who was also 9 months pregnant evicerated and publicly displayed. The (communist led) Red Terror arrived. It was common practice to write Red Terror with the blood of the victims. Everyone became its victim. Impossibly, my teenage mother changed my destiny. Born in the middle of multiple wars, I’m the impossible love. Impossible people will rise in Impossible times. LOVE ALWAYS WINS 💖Power to the Peaceful

Freedom Is Made

Peace
Mindful Peace

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Interrupt with all you’ve got every time you witness a fellow human being bullied or anyone imposing injustice. Have fun with it. Dance and laugh whenever someone says something repulsive. Disarm with gorgeous acts of beauty. Say the names, sing the names and shout the names those that you love. Increase your personal power by inciting love. Silence the violence with arduous amorous self-care, your family-care and your community-care. Freedom is made when you free yourself first and then your loved ones.

Not Averse To Noise

“Privacy is the foundation of all other rights.” -Edward Snowden

Privacy’s value is in protecting the vulnerable. The most deceitful and disempowering statement is “If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing nothing to fear.” img_2458-copy

When a person says that, they are really saying they don’t want liberty or freedom. They are ok just passing by as is. Freedom is made. Privacy is a crucial protector of freedom. Privacy is the right to the self. Privacy is the right to a free mind. Privacy is the safe space to figure out what you think and believe in. Minorities, people who are different, people who don’t fit in need privacy to be free and safe from the oppression of the mainstream and powerful people.

People often ask me why I choose to wear a veil. My answer is that it is a part of my privacy and I highly value all privacy. It is my right to veil what and how I choose. No person/government/population has the power, ethics, moral ground or right to require me otherwise.

This painting is titled Through Rising.  It’s time to rise to the many occasions and safeguard our beautiful world, so full of goodness.

Love is Light.

Water Is Life.

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I AM HUMAN

img_7893It’s time to reactivate… falling into now

In his album, Halfway Tree, Damian Marley sang “Fear is in the eyes of the beholder and love is in the presence of the lovemaker, life is in the words of the comforter endure much longer…” I find those lyrics deeply inspiring and so I begin to write.

I may be misinterpreting his words but I won’t let that delay me… I have every intention of being a present love maker and wordy comforter.

In an almost obsessive compulsive manner, I made the I AM HUMAN series of artwork to convey an incessant reminder that we are all human. For the troubled, sick, youth, elders, homeless, refugees, disenfranchised and lost to recall their humanity beginning with recalling it myself. Remember through repetition. Calling and repeating what I love only. I love being human…

When the deep freeze of helplessness sets in, a light appears to warm the heart. With the deepest gratitude for the beauty in this world, I unfreeze my frozen soul and maybe yours if you value a little thaw… I am the light that shines through… soft simple & lenient

I AM HUMAN highlights the socialization of costs and privatization of the profits in san Francisco, Nationally & Globally. The way things are unacceptable .The way I wish they were compassionate & loving. The way we all actively need to be love.  Light is love.

 

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