The View

In 2009, I was afforded the opportunity to study abroad in Ghana West Africa. It was my senior year at the Evergreen State College Tacoma. I was invited by a Director of a private children’s home in Ghana. She asked me to create curriculum for her students. The subjects she wanted them to learn were Art, Music, and Leadership Development. Being a student at TESCT allowed me to create my own course with faculty sponsor. The name of my course was Cultural Studies and Curriculum Development.

Being an Artist, Musician, and Leader within my community made the task to create curriculum on Art, Music, and Leadership a breeze. My students, k-8, were amazing and it was a joy teaching all of them. During my off time is when I would explore the local area, market, and learn about the foods.

I would frequent a small Internet cafe in the nearby village. It was owned and operated by a young Ghanaian orphan. He gifted me my first lesson book to learn the local language of Twi. Anytime I stopped by the cafe to check my emails he would quiz me on my skills.

These memories were stirred up recently during my studio time. I started to paint with the color black, added white, and used a lot of water this time around. The process gave the piece a water color feel and look. The development of the piece has been very contemplative over several weeks. I have named the piece “The View”.

Part of my artistic expression is to take photos of my process and the various stages of my work. Later I observe and make creative decision on next steps. “The View” was created horizontally and one day I just decided to turn the piece vertically. What manifest was a beautiful woman deeply in gaze at the distant shore. Immediately my mind remembered my Ancestors, the stolen ones, from the shores of West Africa. I thought about the castles during my cultural studies tours and the tears that poured down my face while a strong wind from the Atlantic kissed my cheeks.

Moment of Truth

In contemplating this tedious process of dating and seeking companionship. The beauty of loving and being loved also comes with the risk of heartache. The heartache is not just those of us who have experienced divorce but also the disappointment of investing time and energy in these friendship that fizzle out for various reason and bring us back to square one. What I have realized is my passion and desire for companionship and having a fruitful relationship with children is a gift from God. However the most important thing is that God become bigger than my desires and passion…why…nothing in this world can satisfy the longing soul. For those of us seeking companionship we will not find a perfect individual but a son/daughter of the Most High God who is on the Potters wheel being transformed from glory to glory. So my question to you is what are you looking for? God said ask it shall be given seek and we shall find knock and the door will be opened. We must be honest with ourselves about what our needs truly are and in praying and fasting making our request made known unto God. He loves us and wants the best for us so give your heart to him first before you try and find a companion to set your heart upon. If we seek first God’s kingdom and righteousness all things will be added to us may the Lord help our unbelief and let us be honest and all players delivered. God loves us but our righteousness is filthy rags. Remember every good and perfect gift comes from above…so be encouraged.

Silence Is Deadly

The insidious killer of hopes and dreams…the silence of those you love…abandonment...detaching themselves from you the connections of touch being loved want nothing but distance cold indifference to your need for intimacy or…the sound of your voice talking please let me be in my silent mental agony to breathe stressful despair while disappointments strangle the life out of wanting something better like fetters these thoughts of angst crush the beauty of dying day…oh let love wash over me again washing a way the filthy stench of rejections self-reflections of all I wished I could be as if this is my last day on the earth see coming up short every time never standing still my heart beats  beats beats slowly becomes like steel to the realities of this harsh life or people with this life flowing through them why are you pushing me away why hold on to pain why looking into to these hands these hands that reach out to comfort these hands that need to be held by you lead me through this dark valley of bones choking back my tears fighting to believe what I believe is words can kill or words can heal my beloved’s words are like medicine to my wounded heart thirsty for a drink of you thoughts.

1/30/2013

Breeders Part II

Daughter’s of the Most High created to reflect the glory of God- not of man. Tearless eyes Lost Innocence Squandered Inheritance. Diamonds in the rough. Please comprehend your value is far greater then any ruby. Yet marred by the deceptions of false immitations counterfeits. Void ambitions laced invitations reflections deceptions of one nite of bliss. Bed of Roses turned into thorns of ravished gardens. White washed temples empty for the gates were left open. Mind abducted by false ideas of what could be. Pillar of salt don’t look back. My sista we be Queens elaborately designed for a King chosen by YAH. The nite of consummation. Angelic Host sing. A Royal Marriage Bed with our Heavenly Fathers Blessing.

Written  by LaQuita S. Thurman 7 October 2012

Breeders

You throw your seeds around as if extinction is on your heals.You stand with your chest out proud of notches in your belt “playa” woman “slaya” Ignoring the silent screams of fatherless children-abandoned generations. Ignoring the silent screams of-between those thighs “What’s my name”-Son please. Your DNA is so precious-See…Created in Gods image designed to be more than just an athletic acrobat in the room-Son. Cause your seed like any seed was designed to be planted in one garden. Sacred is the womb-nuture that wom—-man. As she is the gateway to this earth. Bringing forth son’s and daughter’s in need of Father’s.

Written By LaQuita S. Thurman  5 October 2012