Black Space Junkie (ezine on life at present as a black creative)
There seems to be less and less time for art and even less time for life. Only black artist are asked to cater to everyone, while everyone else gets the option to ignore the existence of black people and use black culture as they see fit. These same artist are allowed to navigate through the art world effortlessly and became somewhat successful. This is not true for black artist.
“Spaced Out” ©Akujixxv2015
I was reading through a book on the history of black art the other day and something one of the featured artist said hit me, something about how there are barely any black art critics in the art world and one of the reasons why there isn’t much focus on black art/artist is because there is no one without a bias eye to focus on it. i also think that there is very little focus on black art, because it goes against an accepted myth, that black people aren’t worth making art out of. That there is no beauty to be found in Blackness. We start saying differently, you can expect some resistance.
Idk i just don’t feel real somedays, like im navigating a ship or something and its slightly out of my control. Then other days I experience this odd feeling of regaining consciousness. and everything seems a little too loud and a little too bright. like im relearning how to work this body. i dont remember feeling like this when I was young. Colorful leaves, pumpkin scented candles, bonfires, cool crisp air … fall is here. Finally. I get so excited around this time of year. For the most part I feel whole. Its also a good season for hiding, losing yourself in oversized sweaters in various grays and moss greens. you dont stand out as much, no one does, their just earth colored blobs like you.
extremely disturbed by nonpoc using the dead bodies/tragic events that surround black,brown, and tan bodies as a shock factor for their art and seeking/receiving praise for being willfully ignorant and abusive. its just lazy, creating work like that, you already know the reaction you will get from your audience, so you play on that, knowing it will get you the exposure you need to create some kind of buzz in the art world. an that just leaves the question of who approves of this crap, posed as art? ive been aimless for a while now, just doing whatever seems right but not necessarily right for me. ive made a few people mad by expressing this, but i could care less really. I just wish people would stop trying to tell me how to live my life when they still dont have their own lives in order. worry bout yourself.