Now, I’m not saying that Michele and Obama will be there, but…

art in harlem - nov 02
art in harlem: sexual revolution - may 03
art in harlem: miscellaneous - nov 03
art in harlem: faces - may 04
art in harlem: bodies - nov 04
art in harlem: belief - may 05
art in harlem: star struck - may 06

ART IN HARLEM: black president

art & performances

hosted by

bre and damond haynes

when:
Sunday May 18, 2008
12-6pm
bring food and drink!

rvsp, please

location:
12 W 130^th Street, #3

artists inquires, details
and to rsvp,
contact
artinharlem@gmail.com

Our first blk prez loves to dance..check out these moves… 

formally instituted in november 2002, art in harlem is a collaborative effort to showcase the works of upcoming and established fine, graphic, decorative and performing artists. artists and their admirers gather at the space in harlem for
art, performance, music, food and spirits.

I’m a pleasure seeker,
shoppin’ for a new distraction
I’m a pleasure seeker,
lookin’ for some platinum action
I’m a pleasure seeker,
movin’ to the music
I’m a pleasure seeker,
lookin’ for the real thing

Chandalabra’s in a wonderbra
Chris barn runway, a real draw
Faster pussycat, thrill, thrill
I’m at the mall on a diet pill

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Acceptance.
Observation.
Engagement.
Truth.
Fearlessness.

For more photos, go here.

it is. it is. it is. nothing more and nothing less. there is space. dip. absolute stillness. remember? i know you do. quietness. there is nothing more. nothing less. silence. filled up. can you hear it? yes. silence. the lightness. this moment. of grace. this moment of grace. remember? light. i am weeping here. now. it is here. awareness. stillness. softness. i know you remember. quiet. it is. ready? are you ready for this? silence. awareness. how do i know? i see your essence. i see your essence. i know your essence because i am me. it is. nothing more and nothing less.

dip.

are you aware of the silence?

dip.

i am weeping.

dip.

i am awareness.

Do Not Resuscitate

In an hour,
There will be flies on my face.
I won’t mind.
Just so you know.

sgf

Quiet mornings.
Singing songs as I walk to work.
The sunset.
Working out and getting that ache in my body.
Good music.
Flirting.
Pedicures.
Cuddling up under my comforter and enjoying the warmth.
Walking in the rain.
Smiling.
Writing anything I want.
Not freaking out when I get sick.
Astro-projecting.
Streaking.
Astro-streaking.
Writing and performing jokes.
Time alone with a good book.
Smelling my roommate’s freshly brewed coffee.
Watching 30 Rock.
Cleaning up my bedroom.
Fresh fruit.
A long conversation with a friend.
A mid-afternoon nap with my face in the sun.
Laughing with my best friend.
Working with people I like.
Waking up to a clean, uncluttered bedroom.
Enjoying a tasty treat.
Choreographing dances for me and my numerous rock groups.
Looking into faces of the beautiful people in Harlem.
Enjoying a good smoke.
Taking a hot bath.
Lunching with my co-workers.
Sitting on a plane before it takes off.
Walking through the park in the spring.
Listening to the sound of my breath.
Giving hugs to those in need. And getting them.
Editing and publishing.
All dogs and cats and babies and birds and trees everywhere.