August 2016 arts event magazine barbados

BARBADOS ARTS EVENTS

August 2016

Welcome to Barbados Monthly Arts Events This is a completely free and unsponsored magazine created out of the need to inform so that we can get to exhibitions, artist talks, workshops and more, rather than hearing about events after they have taken place.

I encourage anyone with a creative event or a new piece of work to get in contact with me at corriescott@gmail.com and I will add a free page for you.

Let’s get the arts out there!

Please, pass this magazine on to others and so help the creative side of Barbados get all the exposure possible.

Corrie

Cover Art by Arthur Atkinson

All information correct at time of publishing.

Please phone or email relevant galleries to confirm dates of events as they may be subject to change.

Updates as news of arts events comes in each month may be viewed on the Barbados Visual Arts.

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It is here. Finally.

August issue of the Barbados Arts Magazine.

Double the pages I usually publish.

The issue I have wanted to put out for a while. The human form in many mediums and interpretations. From nudes to abstracts.

When we travel we see the human form/nudes everywhere in all their glorious being in parks, museums, galleries, buildings, churches, gardens, beaches, the sea and more.

It has been an adventure collating the images, with discussions both publicly and privately on nudity in religion, on prudery, on sex, on gay issues, on homophobia, on what is “proper�, on how dare I do this, on art versus pornography, and on and on.

I am hoping this publication will bring on even more discourse. And that it will open the mind to the beauty, and the frailty of the human body. Our bodies.

I want to remove that fear of the visual of our humanness. To look at it in wonder.

To look at each other in wonder.

Corrie Scott

HIMAL REECE

HIMAL REECE

HIMAL REECE

HIMAL REECE

HIMAL REECE

HIMAL REECE

HEATHER-DAWN SCOTT

Dark places

By Michelle Toussaint Do you know your dark places, Secret place, the light cannot know?

Do you know anger, and hate, and rage?

A depthful blackness, where all things come not with logic, or thought, or honor, Just a need to give equitably, that which has bought you to this.

Do you know your dark places, desolate places devoid of joy, Do you know sadness, and despair, and doom?

The urge only thinly veiled, to bring all these things to an end?

To consider seriously the ease of the procedure, contemplating what comes next?

Is there anything there?

Is it blackness?

Would that be better?

Is there a hell? A heaven?

A place for angels and demons, gambling over confused specks passing through time?

Do you know your dark places?

Do you know the heaviness, fullness, emptiness, confusion?

The feeling of bursting and shrinking all at once?

Do you know it?

You do?

Then tell me there comes after it, a finish.

https://deathbyexpectations.wordpress.com/author/michelletoussaint/

KHALIL GOODMAN

KHALIL GOODMAN

KHALIL GOODMAN

KHALIL GOODMAN

KHALIL GOODMAN

KHALIL GOODMAN

KHALIL GOODMAN

KHALIL GOODMAN

KHALIL GOODMAN

KHALIL GOODMAN

MICHELLE TOUSSAINT Michelle Toussaint is an Antiguan who has amassed an Associate Degree in Science Education as well as a Diploma in Forensic Science. As such, she Teaches Science in the classroom as well as at home, where she leads...er... co-leads The Tribe. A merry band comprising her Husband-The Chief, herself-The Priestess, and her three precocious children- the tribesmen.

When she isn’t mothering, teaching, being a fangirl or feeding her chocolate addiction. She writes two blogs. Random_Michelle and Death By Expectations. https://deathbyexpectations.wordpress.com/

BECOMING NAKED

By Michelle Toussaint Pen struck paper, Ink stained white or, Lead glided smoothly along the surface, and things begin to happen.

When pen and paper met, and intertwined in each other, a contrivance of meanings, a symbolism of ideas taking form, literally taking form, so as to be communicated and expressed, to be shared, to escape repressive things, shy, angry, ugly, hurt and pain and rage and all that‌ Pen struck paper and all became clear, and weight was shed and peace and calm came to visit, in the moments when strokes made symbols, and birthed words with meaning, its a cleaning of the soul, kind of.

It doesn’t solve all at once, not a cure all to be found, but there is something in taking a mass communion of understanding, to bring about understanding, to be understood, that makes all things in this place seem smaller, less daunting, less overly large, less isolated, less crazy screaming into the wind.

There is comfort in words and terms and language, there is the feast of the intellectual and the meeting of raw emotional selves, connected across time and space by pages, What better reason, what better way, than to meet pen with paper and become naked?

JARYD NILES

JARYD NILES

JARYD NILES

JARYD NILES

JARYD NILES

JARYD NILES

RYEEDI

Model: DonGA

RYEEDI

Model: DonGA

RYEEDI

Model: DonGA

RYEEDI

Model: DonGA

SELFISH by Michelle Toussaint I wonder, If I had not gotten my self too caught up in her, If I had deluded myself right out of thinking, I was worthy of my own experience.

Was I star struck, By this iridescent creature, My newly found sister friend?

I wonder, If I had gotten myself too lost in him, If I had become so entranced in his eyes and his scent, That I had hallucinated the better sides of him, And was left with something simply‌less.

I wonder, If for a time my sight was trained too firmly inward, That I forgot to look out my window, and take stock of my surrounding, For I had written the map that I follow, not so?

I wonder, If I had become too distracted by this thing I was supposed to be, except that I didn’t want to, but had to in order to meet all the expectations laid out for me to die by.

I wonder all these things into the silence, as I lay awake at night to the sound of his breathing, wondering if when he moans and shifts, if when he closes his eyes in coital bliss, If I am painted behind those lids.

I wonder it, wetly into my pillow in the witching hour.

Covering my shame in the day light, masking it behind my ambition, which may well be as without talent as it is without resource.

Everyone knows my lies, I am not her.

Even as I want desperately to be.

I am only the child they raised by accident.

And now, recognizing this, that my very existence a chance occurrence, not planned or in any way ordered by me, That I should relinquish at least a ton of my weight.

Oh God, but my shoulders feel relieved at that.

My feet all the lighter for no longer needing his appraising eye, to come away satisfied with me.

I remember that I owe him nothing but what I promised.

That which he has though he chooses to ignore it, For the company of more flamboyant characters.

And her who I wish I was is just another kindred soul, Sharing more comfortably each day the label of “Broken Thing�.

Repaired in each crack with gold, and inlaid web of sparkling experience, and I love her.

Yes, I am, in this moment in time and space, an entity free of all that bullshit, and I have a right to this, feeling, clutched desperately to my bosom, even against the onslaught of the absence of all my yearning.

This inward attitude of righteous aloneness, determined and directed, My path dammit. my journey, my repentance, and reformation of self.

Time to build me, time for me to be selfish.

BOB KISS

BOB KISS

BOB KISS BOB KISS

BOB KISS

BOB KISS

BOB KISS

BOB KISS

BOB KISS

CORRIE SCOTT

CORRIE SCOTT

CORRIE SCOTT

CORRIE SCOTT

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

ADRIAN RICHARDS

THE ONE SIDED RHETORIC

By Michelle Toussaint I’m tired of the one-sided rhetoric, The bombastic egotist, The circumstantial victim, Ever willing to marginalize the struggle, Of all who came with.

The ones who saw her needing, And needing themselves to see her whole, Put aside their needs, Who were there through the fall, Who lifted to the rise, ever faltering?

No? The one who stood through all that shit, Even when they were full of shit, They were so full of shit.

But he clawed and the spit, And his Autumn, Bought on Winter, Now he is cold in the Summer, For she bought life to his spring.

I am Tired of the one-sided rhetoric, Ego before morals and consideration, And for what?

So they can’t see you?

But they see you and they judge, Even more than then who were soldiering with you, Through the worst time, time’s worst displays.

Baby I am tired of the one-sided rhetoric, For the satisfaction of temporary friendship, And justification only momentary, What you sell, What they buy, They buy into the bullshit, The one-sided rhetoric.

CARL DOTTIN

CARL DOTTIN

CARL DOTTIN

CARL DOTTIN

HASANI MCCLEAN

HASANI MCCLEAN

ANTON BEST

ANTON BEST

ANTON BEST

ANTON BEST

DEAR JOHN by Michelle Toussaint Dear John, I would love to say something generic, Something not too traumatic, Nothing too dramatic, But I want you to get this clear, It’s not me, It’s definitely you.

Definitively and exceptionally, The cause of the ending of our hostage situation.

That’s what it was, right?

Me and you stuck together in the same bed at night?

Me wishing you weren’t in it, and you hating the commitment?

At this point I’m glad to declare I’ve cured my Stockholm’s, I mailed your shit back home, To your mother, In hopes that she can fill the gaps she left out in the raising of you.

John, I would like to thank you.

May the next one be the kind you deserve, Hope she holds all the lethargy in reserve, So she can give as good as the little she will get.

I hope she lives up to all your expectations, and has none of you, As that would be a lesson well learned in futility, How ironic it would be, to watch.

John, Please and thank you for my house keys, No matter that I have changed the locks, I have no more need for sporadic visits with your cock, It wasn’t worth the wait after I lost heat with you anyhow.

And make no mistake,

There’s no he, him, them, they, or even her.

I prefer the silence to the sound of your breathing, Alone-ness to the sound of your heart beating, never again to the drone of your conversation, To be free of the consternation of your aura.

John perhaps once I loved you, before ego made a fool of me, and an ex of you.

Dear John, Good bye and Good riddance.

ANIYA EMTAGE LEGNARO

www.lifebyaniya.com

BIRTHING LOVE

By Michelle Toussaint I was ashamed, As it ran down my leg, as warm as my body was so I could barely feel it, I was ashamed.

When it met air, and I was finally aware that it was there, I was mortified.

This symbolism of my womanhood, This ritual tide of things leaving myself, as nature intended, as God spake and made it so.

Then as my stomach began to grow I was ashamed, To fulfill the prophesy told by that coming that first time, To fulfill what I was always meant to be, One so young, doing something so miraculous, and there was shame, that begat doubt, that begat fear.

That one such as me surely was unworthy, Deserving only of the most intense suffering.

Fire engulfed me, Quaking with the constricting of my womb, But pain was little compared to condemnation.

As I felt life slip free of my body, and utter his own acknowledgement into the air, He was here, and I was lost‌in him.

From the first moment meeting, Not yet aware how fleeting, would be his tenure in my arms.

I held a babe, A perfect thing, A thing warn and alive, fragile and indestructible, A cause for which my life I would quickly barter if needed.

No longer ashamed, Now filled with purpose, Driving away shame, The day I birthed love.

BROOK REED

BROOK REED

RUDY HOGAN

ALEXEI CHARLES

SM

SM

Dear Daughter

By Michelle Toussaint My daughter, I was taught to Obey.

To follow and be told, To be dictated to and to be led.

Never question, Lest you be treated unkindly, Never resist, Lest you be left out in the cold.

My daughter, I was taught to fear, What THEY said, What THEY thought, What THEY had that I had not, What THEY perceived in me to be valuable.

Lest I be an outcast, Lest I be alone, Lest I be unwanted.

My daughter, I was taught to devalue me.

To think in terms of, Usefulness to others, Attractiveness to others, The almighty opinion of THEY. Who say, and who heard, Those disembodied spirits of judgement, Tasked by the devil, To plant the seeds of self doubt and loathing.

My daughter,

I was taught, That my happiness was a byproduct, Of fulfilling all the things I had been taught to want, Things that made my heart heavy, And my head frenzied.

My daughter, Forget the things THEY taught your mother, And fill yourself with the joy of being.

Despite THEM, and how they judge, and what they say, what does it matter?

When their judgement is but illusion, Their whispers like so much dust in the wind, That they should feed on your sense of self, Lest they be forgotten, Lest they be irrelevant, Lest they grow jealous of your rise, Lest you become unrepentant perfection.

KEISHA CARRINGTON

KEISHA CARRINGTON

KEISHA CARRINGTON

KEISHA CARRINGTON

JOHN WALCOTT

JOHN WALCOTT

JOHN WALCOTT

JOHN WALCOTT

JOHN WALCOTT

JOHN WALCOTT

JOHN WALCOTT

JOHN WALCOTT

JOHN WALCOTT

JOHN WALCOTT

We were created to be touched

By Michelle Toussaint We were created to be touched, Beautiful things put on this earth to inspire, Passion of unfathomable deaths, Incomparable love, Unshakable loyalty, We were created to be touched, Our minds with the heats of intellectual challenge, Do battle and be not afraid to be bested by her intellect, Our spirits with the heady racing towards advernture Wild and free, free wielding the the joy of discovery, Our souls with caring, to be comforted and inspired by the auras of human diversity.

We were created to love and be loved on plains, both physical and ethereal, To cast rule of Queendoms and over willing hearts, and to be ruled in return only by the worthy.

We were created to be touched, Beautiful things created to be beheld in awe, And to behold in return greatness, Touch us, Completely or not at all.

JO ROBINSON

JO ROBINSON

JO ROBINSON

GRAHAM GILL

GRAHAM GILL

GRAHAM GILL

GRAHAM GILL

ELLON LEWIS

ELLON LEWIS

ARTHUR ATKINSON

ARTHUR ATKINSON

ARTHUR ATKINSON

ARTHUR ATKINSON

HEATHER-DAWN SCOTT

HEATHER-DAWN SCOTT

RAS ISHI

RAS ISHI

RAS ISHI

RAS ISHI

RAS ISHI

RAS ISHI

RAS ISHI

RAS ISHI

RAS ISHI

RAS ISHI

TOUCH MYSELF

By Michelle Toussaint Every month I touch myself, I do so lovingly, But not so tender as to forget the point of this appointment.

Every month I touch myself, With purpose and dedication, Diligent, I so this.

Every month I touch myself, tracing a path form arm pit to cleavage, I round to chest and make slow circles towards nipple.

Every month I touch myself, Sighing relief as my fingers come away, Unsuccessful in the finding of their goal.

I do this, Set them on their path of inquiry, Thoroughly exploring these expanses, All the while praying they find nothing.

Every month I touch myself, and when I am finished, I examine the woman in the mirror, I wonder at that cousin, I wonder at that family friend, that godmother, I think about the woman who touched herself, And found a sign that she was cursed with this thing.

Every month I touch myself, And wonder what it would be like, If I could still carry myself well, With the scars.

I circle my areolas thinking, “What amendment would I make to my identify, If I lost this sign of my nature?

The ability it affords me, For nurture, for pleasure.”

Every month I touch myself, and wonder at those who don’t know how.

RAS AKYEM

RAS AKYEM

RAS AKYEM

RAS AKYEM

RAS AKYEM

RAS AKYEM

RAS AKYEM

RAS AKYEM

HEIDI BERGER

HEIDI BERGER

YASMIN VIZCARRONDO

YASMIN VIZCARRONDO

ANCEL DANIEL

ANCEL DANIEL

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LAILA DEGIA

LAILA DEGIA

TAISHA CARRINGTON

TAISHA CARRINGTON

TAISHA CARRINGTON

TAISHA CARRINGTON

LEROY CLARKE

LEROY CLARKE

LEROY CLARKE

LEROY CLARKE

LEROY CLARKE

LEROY CLARKE

LEROY CLARKE

LEROY CLARKE

LEROY CLARKE

LEROY CLARKE

LILIAN STEN

LILIAN STEN

LILIAN STEN

LILIAN STEN

LILIAN STEN

LILIAN STEN

ARLETTE ST HILL

CORRIE SCOTT

ROSEMARY PARKINSON

ROSEMARY PARKINSON

ROSEMARY PARKINSON

ROSEMARY PARKINSON

ROSEMARY PARKINSON

ROSEMARY PARKINSON

GORDON PARKINSON

GORDON PARKINSON

GORDON PARKINSON

GORDON PARKINSON

SIAN PAMPELLONE

SIAN PAMPELLONE

EXHAUSTIPATION

by Michelle Toussaint Noun : too tired to give a shit.

She walks the sand at night.

The heavy darkness her cloak, Eyes down cast, She sees only the way the retreating surf swirls around her bare feet, Hand in her pockets, She doesn’t feel the cold, She just walks.

And her head swims with all the things we will never know, But we all know in some context or another, She is troubled.

But she is still walking.

Cocooned in the bosom of the witching hour, Straddling the plains of land and sea and air whipping around her face, Whipping sand against the tend flesh, Getting caught in the occasional tear, She keeps walking.

Ever onward on the glowing sand, Illuminated by the moon, She is a metaphor for her own spirit, Restless, Ever moving headlong into the dark uncertain spaces of life, She is worthy of my admiration.

She walks.

While we strive to ascribe our own adjectives to her travels, her travails, How could we ever?

We can’t even trace the path of footsteps faded by the gentle sea, As if the Triton himself would protect her solitude, That none may follow and interrupt the conclave of her thoughts, As she walks.

A steadfast march into eventuality, Into the event horizon of her this time life.

She walks alone in the moonlight, On the axis of sea and earth, Cradled by wind trying to nurse the embers of her fire.

Too tired to be wary, Too tired for any shit but her own.

ONEKA SMALL

ONEKA SMALL

VIRGINIA TRIELOFF

VIRGINIA TRIELOFF

VIRGINIA TRIELOFF

ROSEMARY PILGRIM

VERSIA ABEDA HARRIS

VERSIA ABEDA HARRIS

VERSIA ABEDA HARRIS

VERSIA ABEDA HARRIS

LEANDRO SOTO

LEANDRO SOTO

LEANDRO SOTO

LEANDRO SOTO

LEANDRO SOTO

LEANDRO SOTO

ELAYNE GREENE

ELAYNE GREENE

CORRIE SCOTT

MARC MENARD

CLAIRE SOFFIETTI

CLAIRE SOFFIETTI

CLAIRE SOFFIETTI

CLAIRE SOFFIETTI

ILIX HEARTMAN

ILIX HEARTMAN

ILIX HEARTMAN

ILIX HEARTMAN

ILIX HEARTMAN

THIS ONE

By Michelle Toussaint There’s something in his scent, The way his skin feels on mine.

It’s in his smile and the way his eyes are shifty.

Makes me uneasy, Uncomfortable…

Then he speaks, Cocksure, Jovial, Steady, relevant conversations, All the right syllables, But the subtext is suspect, Do you hear it?

Hidden beneath the chatter?

Like the slithering of a snake, He’s saying, “I’m dangerous, I’m wicked, I know you see me.”

It inspires a shiver, Of warning.

This one will do things if left unseen, Unchecked, This one is a mystery, Calling you.

But this one is a thing, You can’t bear to let near you.

OMOWALE STUART

IN THE QUIET

by Michelle Toussaint Silence demands nothing, Does not ask, Does not need, Does not ache to be useful.

Silence only is.

In it there is healing solitude and the freedom of no expectations.

Simply the company of nothingness.

Or everything, Which ever is welcome in that moment, That time, That space, That reference framed by the goings on that drove one to sanctuary arms.

That judge not, Hate not, love not, just not.

Instead just wrap you in comforting warm weight, Like that first sip of something strong, Cocooning for internal places, Giving the chance for equilibrium to take root.

There in the quiet.

SUNDIATA

SUNDIATA

SUNDIATA

SUNDIATA

SUNDIATA

SUNDIATA

SUNDIATA

NIGHT WITNESS

By Michelle Toussaint Softly, softly wonders nigh, A merry maid cross nights sky, Skipping pleasant along her way, But never once seen light of day, Many man has she inspired, To with Maniea most high they do conspire, And in alliances formed in her presence, Doth come forth merry chaos, From her charmed throne those she spy, The most secret deeds of all and I, And laugh she thus full of mirth, At what she dare see from her high perch, And giggle she must at poor silly fool, Reposed from good sense but never of gloom.

Make haste and good measure of joyful performance, And postulate axiom with each slurred utterance.

Sister mine and brother dear please, Live both well and with ease, Waking well and most grateful, Greet her brother and master rested and joyful.

KHARY DARBY KHARY DARBY

KHARY DARBY

KHARY DARBY

KHARY KHARY DARBY DARBY

CORRIE SCOTT

CORRIE SCOTT

PATRICK FOSTER

PATRICK FOSTER

PATRICK FOSTER

PATRICK FOSTER

PATRICK FOSTER

PATRICK FOSTER

PATRICK FOSTER

PATRICK FOSTER

PATRICK FOSTER

PATRICK FOSTER

TRACEY WILLIAMS

TRACEY WILLIAMS

TRACEY WILLIAMS

TRACEY WILLIAMS

THIS IS GIVING UP

By Michelle Toussaint They say stones can’t yield blood.

But there’s a rock where your heart should be And I can hear it beating, All the while you chase notoriety like a school boy crushing.

Like a school girls loving proved the worth of you, While your strumpet puppets Speak ill Of a decade of good will and what I thought was mutual loving Between us Don’t come home Your sons won’t miss you Like they haven’t become accustomed To you as a novelty And the womb that grew them Being the hand that guides them into manhood While you whore your resources for the affections Of halfwits as empty and insecure as you are But let me ask you Who do you run home to?

Who has been your safe port, When neither strumpet or friend has had you?

What has stood steadfast through the shit storms of your own making, Despite you?

Who lay for you? Body and soul Giving all the shit you refused to reciprocate?

But I thank you, For making me proficient in the art of enjoying my own company.

Don’t come home To your headstone pillow Don’t barge your way into a home you had no part in the making To a wife you have no right to the taking The kids that no longer need your kisses Go lie with your bitches You, who would fancy yourself king Despite only being consort to a queen.

ALISON CHAPMAN-ANDREWS

ALISON CHAPMAN-ANDREWS

ALISON CHAPMAN-ANDREWS

ALISON CHAPMAN-ANDREWS

RIVENIS BLACK

RIVENIS BLACK

RIVENIS BLACK

RIVENIS BLACK

WORD VOMIT

By Michelle Toussaint Swipe, click, tap, View, oooo, ah, Regurgitate.

Your way into selling your soul, To whom ever is bidding, But without us knowing, Because the knowing is only for those, To whom we are enslaved, The Shylocks of the day, Isn’t it so?

They own our souls, All things we hold valuable, Have worked for, Come month end, Have achieved, Summa cum laude Have attained, Or have we?

All just to gain the ability to shower them with our labor, It’s all good as long as we hold our tongues.

Except rape is never good, Always hurting, Even when its a cranial intrusion, Set forth from birth, Or preschool.

An addendum to our humanity, That we should be, Provisionally owned,

On the condition that we stay in line, And drone on, Step by step soldiering onward in the war for our own poverty, Being faithful to god and country, Your reward is in a heaven you may never reach, The price of admitting being the denial of all things that make us human.

We sign on to this, Ever checked box and dotted line, We sign up for this, with acceptance and silence.

But for those who vomit words, Who speak truth, whole and ugly, Heaving interpretations they don’t want to see heard, That the masses wake up, And raise up, Frightened out of fear and slumber, By the sudden chill and convulsions, Of new perceptions being ejected violently from a poets lips, As he spills retch into the space between, Cowardice and reason, giving birth to conviction, That no more should be taken and violated, By the mentality of ‘yes massa.’

They are made aware.

You see them?

Because a poet ruminated thought, And upchucked wisdom into their midst, And they were moved…

By word vomit.

NAKAZZI HUTCHINSON

NAKAZZI HUTCHINSON

NAKAZZI HUTCHINSON

NAKAZZI HUTCHINSON

SARAH VENABLE

KRAIG YEARWOOD

MARTINA PILE

MARTINA PILE

MARTINA PILE

MARTINA PILE

MARTINA PILE

MARTINA PILE

JULIANNE GILL

DARLA TROTMAN

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

BOSCOE HOLDER

FINALLY NAKED

By Michelle Toussaint I take you off me, Let you slide on my skin And pool at my feet.

I step out of you.

I breathe you out, Long and slow, I let you go.

I stripped myself bare of you.

Like so much Gossamer ligatures, Keeping me grounded in Here and now and then, Way back when all that That is heavy on my spirit Was relevant.

So I take you off me, Unzip, unbutton, untie Undo , wipe away, wash off, Scrub, scrape and scour You from me, And embrace my freedom Standing naked in the moonlight.

Absorbing the favor Of the goddesses before me.

Who also threw you off, Threw you away, And watched you wither With each passing day, As they too left you Stranded without a host to demolish.

I let you fall from my mind Like suds from my body, Washed clean in rain Pelted from the heavens by God and nature.

Oblivious to time, I only savor the feeling of being free of you.

I took you off me, And now I can see my way.

SHANNON SMART

SHANNON SMART

SHANNON SMART

SHANNON SMART

CORRIE SCOTT CORRIE SCOTT CORRIE SCOTT

MARILDA WEATHERHEAD

KENNETH BLACKMAN

KENNETH BLACKMAN

KENNETH BLACKMAN

KENNETH BLACKMAN

JOAN WALCOTT

JOAN WALCOTT

SHANIKA GRIMES

SHANIKA GRIMES

SHADEA PAYNT ARTZ

TRACY GREENIDGE

HEDI KLINEMAN

TIYI BY DESIGN

www.tiyibydesign.com

http://issuu.com/corriescott/docs/art_directory_barbados_dec_2011/1

ARTS DIRECTORY BARBADOS How It Happened I have, for so many years, wanted to create a free online reference book where anyone, in any part of the world, may access the creative people in Barbados. I could not do this on my own and Kathy Yearwood heard of my idea, offered to partner with me and I happily agreed.

What started out in March as a small book of what I thought might be a maximum of one hundred and fifty pages turned into a tome of over three hundred pages. A mixture of excitement and fear at what we had taken on. And here we are in December 2011 with a book showing off the talents in Barbados. So exciting.

The eight month adventure began. Finding artists, photographing them and their work. From March 2011 to October 2011 Kathy and I collated the artwork, the bios and statements and travelled around the island garnering images and information.

Large collections of artwork in homes. Convincing people who thought they were too old and forgotten and watching them smile as their work was photographed and having them talk about themselves so that we could create a bio for them. Literally slipping down the hills of clay at Chalky Mount to see an original kiln and spend the day with the potters.

Temple Yard with the Rastafarian community where they are blessed with talent, especially carving, and then coming away with gifts of pineapples and avocados. Photographing in the rain with an umbrella in one hand and a camera in the other to get the right angles. Going to openings and craft shows and talking to many. Coming to my home, going to Kathy’s, and going wherever was needed. Meeting the different personalities in so many locations as I photographed many of them for their portrait photo for the book. Remembering some who have left us. A labour of love, learning and fun.

The thank you part as I could not have done this on my own. Norma Springer who encouraged me to “take the book and run with it”. Kathy Yearwood who offered to partner with me collating and to create the book for artists in Barbados. Alison Chapman-Andrews for helping Kathy and I proof read. Amazing how much you miss no matter how many times we went over it. Sue Bain for offering her professional opinion and suggestions as a copy editor. Peter Boos for all the encouragement. Laura Lin Hutchinson for her introduction. Finally, the most important people, the creative souls who put their trust in Kathy and I to show them off to their best. I hope we have done this.

Corrie Dec 7th 2011

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Barbados Bu'n-Bu'n has arrived!

This amazing book by Rosemary Parkinson is on island. Two hard cover coffee table books, with a sleeve that encloses both, 656 pages and 1400 plus photos filled with history, tradition, culture, stories and recipes from Barbados.

Book Set Price (2 books): US$150 or Bds$300 plus shipping for those overseas.

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ROSEMARY PARKINSON + 1 246 436 5865 – + 1 246 264 7448 www.rosemary-parkinson.com www.facebook.com/BarbadosCulinaryJourney

BARBADOS BU'N-BU'N “Barbados Bu'n-Bu'n is a 500+ page story of my culinary adventure around the island of Barbados. The book is due to be published as completed. This is just an little insight to its pages!�

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Gallery NuEdge Fine Arts Ltd is pleased to present 'Quaternary: Four Barbadian Female Artists', an exhibition of contemporary works by local artists Llanor Alleyne, Versia Harris, Katherine Kennedy and Sheena Rose.

'Quaternary: Four Barbadian Female Artists', highlights the works of four local women artists as having the ability to represent real creative experiences, while shifting the typically accepted realm of visual imagery in the island of Barbados.

The exhibition is on now until September 3rd 2016, and the programme included an artist talk moderated by Amanda Haynes and Naomi Jackson

GALLERY NuEdge FINE ARTS Ltd Limegrove Lifestyle Centre, Holetown, St. James, Barbados Mon –Sat 10am – 7pm.

Sunday: 10 am – 5 pm Tel: (246) 621-0067 Fax: (246) 621-0069 www.galerienuedge.com

THE FESTIVAL ART GALLERY At Hastings Farmers Market, Artsplash, Hastings, Ch Ch

EVERY Wed & Sat The Festival Art Gallery is a mobile art gallery showing in excess of 50 local Barbadian artists who are painters, ceramic artists, sculptors and photographers.

Bringing Art To The People kathymyearwood@gmail.c om

'The Coral Stone Village Meeting' by Unknown artist Each piece which has been positioned and topped with other pieces of coral stone. In rows. The front row close to the sea appear to be 'the elders' as they have a little more space between themselves and the 'people'.

Created by an Philip King who lives up by Cave Hill. who comes during the week to Batts Rock Bay to build these 'meetings' of coral. It is ever evolving as some are vandalised or the sea knocks them down.

ON THE WALL ART GALLERY On The Wall Gallery at Champers A charming gallery and throughout the restaurant at Champers Restaurant, located on Accra Beach, Rockley, Christ Church has been fully renovated.

Monday - Friday Noon-4pm and 7pm-11pm . Please call for weekend hours. 246 234 9145 Champers gallery is accessible during Restaurant hours. Actual gallery operations are 12noon to 4pm and 7 pm to 11 pm all year November to April On The Wall Gallery At Earthworks. Earthwork continues to be the mainstay of our operations as we continue to add new lines to our already eclectic mix of hand made crafts, jewellery and fine art.

Monday - Friday 9am - 5pm Saturday 9am - 1pm Closed Sunday Vanita Comissiong

tel 246 234 9145

www.onthewallartgallery.com

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FRANGIPANI ART GALLERIES 1. Sugar Cane Club, Maynards, St Peter,Tel. 422 5026, Ext.5037 2. Savannah Hotel, The Garrison, St M.Tel. 228 3800, Ext. 3823 3. Almond Beach Resort. Heywoods, St. Peter.Tel. 422 4900, Ext. 5864 All galleries open every day except Sundays from 9am to 5pm, closed for lunch 1 to 1.30 pm., with the exemption of Almond which is open on Sundays also. marilda@bernmar.com www.frangipani-art.com

THE FRAME & ART COMPANY Millhouse, Canewood • St. Michael, BB 11005 • Phone (246) 271-6509 • Cell (246) 266-9432

In an effort to cultivate discussions about the arts starting at a young age while engaging with the community, Fresh Milk will implement an outreach programme using the resources available in The Colleen Lewis Reading Room (CLRR). One of the many challenges faced by young creatives is, despite their artistic gifts, they often struggle when it comes to speaking and writing comprehensively about their work. This is a skill that would benefit immensely from reading, whether specifically arts oriented texts or even well written fiction; gaining an appreciation for articulate material is imperative to mastering one’s own practice.

Fresh Milk proposes to be the go-to point for refining these skills, beginning at CSEC level when children are expected to take their research and written abilities to a higher standard, all the way up to providing MA or PhD candidates with a deep pool of knowledge and unique material which they can draw upon. The Fresh Milk team will work with secondary school teachers in this area to construct a programme which will bring the students to Fresh Milk to show them the studio and reading room, letting them know that there is an environment available which can cater to their academic and creative needs.

To keep up to date with our other activities, visit: http://www.freshmilkbarbados.com and like our Facebook page at: http://www.facebook.com/FreshMilkBarbados

THE CRANE GALLERY The NEW Crane Gallery. is the centre piece of the historic Crane Resort and hosts the work of an eclectic mix of established and up-and-coming Barbadian artists.

For more information call 423-6220 or email gallery@thecrane.com.

GALLERY OF CARIBBEAN ART The Gallery Of Caribbean Art Galleries presents the works of a variety of artists Northern Business Centre, Queen Street, Speightstown, St. Peter GCA at Tides, Tides Restaurant, Holetown, St James, 432 2084 www.artgallerycaribbean.com

Tel: (246) 419-0858

Tides Gallery Tides Restaurant Balmore House, Holetown, St. James Tel : (246) 432-2084 Email: tidesart@caribsurf.com

Cell (246)230-1968

BLACK ART STUDIOS Durants Village, Holder's Hill St. James www.facebook.com/oneka.small

Purple Palm is a local business supplying homes and businesses with the highest quality Print and Mirror furnishings. Using the artwork of many local artists in Barbados and the Caribbean plus work from around the world.

We have been supplying to the hotel and villa industry for ten years, including prestigious clients such as Sandy Lane, Coral Reef, The Crane Beach Resort, Sugar Cane Club and Sandridge among others.

We have also supplied numerous private villas, and work closely with local interior designers.

Being directly affiliated with a 40,000 sq ft framing factory our prices are very competitive.

Appointments to view our gallery at Rockley Resort can be made through Paul Hoad or Karen McGuire.

246-2332173 paulhoad@caribsurf.com

THE ARTSPLASH CENTRE Paint * Draw * Create & Have Fun! artsplashbarbados@gmail.com www.artsplashbarbados.com

BARBADOS ARTS COUNCIL BAC Gallery, Pelican Craft Centre, Bridgetown (246) 426 4385 thebarbadosartscouncilgallery@gmail.com

To boldly and brilliantly pursue the adventure in everything artistic and to be a vital and uncommon cultural force in Barbados. www.artsetcbarbados.com

FRANK COLLYMORE HALL AND GRAND SALLE www.fch.org.bb

A monthly programme is produced of all lectures, music and theatre events .

To receive it by email or post please email fchmail.com or tel 436 9083 or 84

FRANK COLLYMORE HALL

Celebrate Culture... Celebrate Life!

The Frank Collymore Hall is the premier venue for cultural performances, conferences, lectures and more, in Barbados.

The multi-purpose facilities are perfect for your dance, drama, music or exhibitions.

The Hall comes fully equipped with State of the art equipment, 500 seating capacity, High-quality acoustics, Multiuse Grande Salle 9-foot Orchestral Steinway Concert Grand piano FRAN WICKHAM MANAGER | Tom Adams Financial Centre| Spry Street | Bridgetown | BB 11126 246-436-9083 francine.wickham-jacobs@centralbank.org.bb

Errol Barrow Centre for Creative Imagination, UWI For further information, contact De Carla Applewhaite at 417-4776 decarla.applewhaite@cavehill.uwi.edu www.cavehill.uwi.edu/ebcci

THE LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY POETS www.lxpbarbados.org

MISSION The Mission of the League of Extraordinary Poets (LXP) is threefold; 1. To nurture those involved in the arts, with a special emphasis on poets and spoken word artists; 2. To edutain the public through exposure to our art, and 3. To use the voices of the artists to bring awareness to, and to actively work towards addressing issues of importance in our society.

VISION The LXP was founded on the principle that no art form exists in a vacuum. It is inexplicably tied to society, culture and time in which it is created, and that artists can improve their skills, and inspire one another when they operate in a close knit community of other like-minded artists, committed to positive feedback and professionalism in pursuing their art to its highest and best potential.

The LXP sees spoken word and other forms of poetry and lyrical commentary as art forms which are not only able to express the personal vision, emotions and stories of the individual artist, but also as vehicles to speak to social issues not addressed in other forums and to educate the public in the hopes of bringing positive change to the society in which we live.

D ARTS LIME - BY D ARTISTS, 4 THE ARTISTS & ABOUT D ARTS! Come share your work be it physical pieces or performance pieces, from fashion to poetry to music to artwork.

We host the lime EVERY LAST SUNDAY of the month at Jago's Bar and Grill, located in Chapel Gap #1, Paynes Bay St. James. Feel free to sell your art work as well.

For more information, like D ARTS LIME on Facebook. www.facebook.com/chameleon.arts.lime Admission is FREE. Please tell a friend!

Join us as weSupport Creative Growth in Barbados and Beyond chameleonartsbarbados@gmail.com

Beyond Publishing Caribbean is a group of artists, illustrators, graphic novels,graphic artists from Barbados and you can contact them or liking their page by click on the link, Matthew Clarke Tristan Roach Rivenis Black Julian Moseley https://www.facebook.com/pages/Beyond-Publishing-Caribbean/218731298152892?ref=ts&fref=ts

Our Mission To fuel the development of culture through training, research and the creation of opportunities in cultural industries.

The Role of the NCF The NCF’s two major roles are: developmental and commercial. In its developmental role, the Foundation uses culture as a tool for national development fostering and supporting the various art forms and new cultural products. In its commercial role, the Foundation is responsible for the promotion, production and hosting of cultural festivals and associated events that are considered economically viable or socially acceptable. A key part of this function now includes the responsibility for the staging and execution of major governmental and national events. In addition, as culture becomes more pivotal to national and international policy, the National Cultural Foundation continues to re-assess its responsibilities in light of all its functions.

FUNCTIONS of the NCF are: To stimulate and facilitate the development of culture generally To develop, maintain and manage theatres and other cultural facilities and equipment provided by Government To organize cultural festivals Assist persons interested in developing cultural expression.

OBJECTIVES of the NCF are: To provide opportunities for Barbadian artists/artistes to showcase their talents with the end result being an increased demand for local work To educate Barbadians concerning their heritage To offer Barbadians and visitors alike a high quality product that informs, educates and entertains To equip our cultural workforce with technological skills and training to excel in their particular art forms To strengthen the local cultural product and in the process increase profits to the shareholders To create high quality products that will be competitive on the local, regional and international markets To maximize the role of the cultural sector in the tourism industry Rodney Ifill, Cultural Officer Visual Arts 424-0909 ext.234 rodney-ifill@ncf.bb www.ncf.bb Annette Nias Cultural Officer - Film and Photography 424-0909 Ext 238 annette-nias@ncf.bb

QUEEN’S PARK GALLERY

Queen's Park Gallery is temporarily(?) located at Pelican Craft Centre #12 on Harbour Rd, Bridgetown

FRAMING YOUR ART FINE ART FRAMING LTD, Pelican Industrial Park, Bridgetown, Barbados - (246) 426-5325 FAST FRAME FACTORY, Dayrell’s Road, St Michael (246) 426 9994 shaka@fastframefactory.biZ AA FRAMING & DECORATION. #4, 1st Avenue Belleville, St. Michael, Tel: (1-246)-435-0513 Fax: (1-246)-426-6004 | E-mail: aaframing@caribsurf.com www.aaframingartonglass.com FRAMING STUDIO At the Best of Barbados Head Office, Welches Plantation, H’way 2A421-6900 ext 29 THE FRAME & ART COMPANY Millhouse, Canewood • St. Michael, BB 11005 • Phone (246) 271-6509 • Cell (246) 266-9432 ART SUPPLIES THE ART HUB ( 2 locations) 1. James Forte Building Hincks Street Bridgetown, Tel: 436 2950 cell 231 6847 2. Sunset Crest # 163 Amaryllis Row,Sunset Crest, St. James.

THE ART DEN

421 1019

LAURIE DASH, Bay Street, Bridgetown.

THE NATIONAL ART GALLERY COMMITTEE

Visit www.nagc.bb - website for the National Art Gallery Committee in Barbados for NEWS on current happenings.

The site includes ArtistNet, the database of Barbadian visual artists; a click on ‘Artists’ will take you there. Visual artists are invited to post their profile and images on ArtistNet. Artists already on ArtistNet are reminded to send in their profile updates and new images.

ArtistNet is a FREE NAGC service for artists.

For further information contact the NAGC at +1 (246) 310 2700 or e-mail contact@nagc.bb

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