In June, I attended a two-day Public Art: Public Action training session. We heard from city officials, Transportation Department, Pierce Transit, and Tacoma-Pierce County Health Department representatives on their plans for the Subarea of Tacoma Mall. It is great to know our city is seeking to make improvement to beautify our community while partnering with local organizations, businesses, and Artist to do so.
I am apart of a 12-person cohort, chosen by City of Tacoma to explore the community, design a temporary public art project, and implement a plan to engage the surrounding Tacoma Mall area community. After doing research within the community, I decided to address the issue of Mental Health.
The title of my project is Broken Fragments and the theme is self-love. I am a big fan of Art Therapy which is a means to destress and relax the mind while being creative and producing art that makes one smile. I taught a one-day work shop at Marlene’s Market and Deli. The participants were given materials to decorate a heart shaped piece of wood with positives words of affirmation. The art work produced will be apart of the overall piece displayed at Caribbean Grocery on 54th
Broken Fragments is a mixed media piece which seeks to provide a positive affirmation with words. Mental health is essential to daily living. Art Therapy is a great way to encourage self-healing and through visual arts or hands on art projects promote positive messages into the community and atmosphere. Tacoma-Pierce County Health Department has found Tacoma Mall area to have high percentage of individuals affected by Depression and Mental Illness. Broken Fragments encourages self-care while promoting positive self-talk and behavioral change with Art Therapy. It is my hope that the Broken Fragments will heal and inspire the community.
Soul cries as I soar. Once one has stepped out of the comfort zone, box, square, peg, whatever….it is like stepping off a drop off. Its scary when one is entering unchartered territory in the movement of living ones dreams. Dream in the sense of actual goals for which effort, heart, passion, and sweat and tears have been invested. During the time I was attending the Evergreen State College Tacoma campus the symbol that was in my school folder was a black and white news paper clipping of a Bald Eagle. The cry is no longer fear, sorrow, or uncertainty. This cry is victory cry.
Where is that one…Yes that one who will come. He will come and respectfully introduce himself, polite, elegant, classy, well kept, educated, and kind. Where is he. I ask not out of desperation…no…never that. I ask because one to many counterfeits have sought his royal position. Where is he. If a woman is the rib…where is the body…the souls match. Where is he. This is not a question that is why there is not need for question marks. It is a declaration to the atmosphere. He exist so where is he. I know in time all will come together. Time right now moves slow like the first trip to the moon. Let my voice ripple throughout the universe where is the lover to match my love so we can reproduce ourselves into beautiful offspring. Where Is He. My heart seeks the validation of your existence outside of my internal thoughts. Show yourself. I have become impatient after all these years. All good things take time to ripen so when love is ripe it will manifest. Until such time my heart will declare to the atmosphere Where Is He.
Life is a journey. There is no part of this journey one does not meet people along the way. These people are in all manner of conditions. What is painful is the hurts we experience at the hand of others. Its never mandatory that one must hurt another human being, animals, and our natural surrounding. My soul is weary to see the wars, acts of hatred, violent terrorist attacks, and just every day people taking out their own self hate, degradation, and/or frustration on the nearest vunerable person. It shouldn’t be so. Always the news is full to the brim with the next tradegy never consistent for while one family grieves in the headlines others are not acknowledged yet their cries go out into the universe. Can you hear the weary earth shake, shudder, and grown at the abuse at the hands of humanity. Can you feel it in the air, see it in the wind, and hear it in the thunder. The earth is crying because of all the blood pouring onto the earth. The earth is crying along with all those who are weary. Our planet is in a state of mourning.