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4th Sunday Covid Advent 2020 | Creating Art Related To Current Events
In 2006, Gil Scott-Heron released a soulful jazz poem entitled Winter In America. Now we are living in a Covid induced isolation version of Scott-Heron’s lyrical musings, as we witness “chickens coming home to roost in the United States of America.” The Revolution has won! 8.2 million Biden votes for kindness, grace and mercy. We Won! We trumped 72.2 million fear, anger and resentment votes.
My task is to be the change! Be Miss Melody Cool! Be true to myself! Wake up every morning with my mind stayed on freedom! Indigo Blues is a collection of quilts visualizing the suffering of my isolation surviving the 2020 Covid Winter in America. My story is about multi-generational Carolina Cerole Blues attached to the black sandy soil with veins of red clay on High Tider Carolina Skaru:re homeland.
We’re entering a season of first inclusions in our United States government. We the people are diverse and with Biden/Harris demonstrating leadership, and the rollout of Covid vaccine, we are walking out the consequences of fear, anger and resentment. No human being can be happy and content with a hardened heart. Holding onto fear will crush your soul! It’s a seed of goodness inside every part of Creation that desires harmony. My Covid suffering is teaching me the values of humility and kindness in what it means to be free. Life Lesson #1: We have to be the change, if we want the world to be a better place. Living requires change and change is witnessed by actions.
“Difficult circumstances makes for unexplored possibilities.”Sage Paul Cardinal | Artistic Director Indigenous Fashion Week Toronto
Pandemic Isolation is giving me the lowest feelings, hardest tests of faith, and the flat out Southern Country Blues of my life. In the current political climate the vision is clear for me, it’s about feeling free on the land of my ancestors after the brutalities of slavery and Jim Crow. Remnant pieces of the hopes and dreams, brokenness and sorrows of being born a colored cerole girl in Coastal Carolina. My story is told through colored cloth and stitching, and my Momma’s advice, “When life goes to pieces, make a quilt!”
The real me is a down home country creole geechie gal from Wilson, NC. Last living Toisnot Skaru:re with knowledge of the old ways. My heart is that of a Pow Wow dancer traveling the Algonquin Red Road. What I miss most from being in lock down is dancing at a Pow Wow. What a life! My dance is a Poo’miikapii prayer for collective unity, harmony and balance. To God Be The Glory! Jesus is my Savior!