Archive | November, 2009

13 Months of Sunshine

28/11/2009

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yellow-sunshine-daffodils

“13 Months of Sunshine” is particularly accessible because it is written in English with some Amharic dialogue. Non-Amharic speaking audiences will be able to achieve rare insight into Ethiopian culture, while enjoying a well-written story that will speak to all immigrants. It is a subtle commentary on the West and in particular, America.

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Salvador Dalí | Master Surrealist

27/11/2009

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My Wife, Naked, Watching Her Own Body

Salvador Dalí’s paintings and art are some of the most recognizable of the Surrealist movement. In large part, he achieved this through a rare combination of creative genius and marketing savvy. Anyone who has read the biography of great artists, or watched movies about their lives, will undoubtedly note that these artists rarely achieved fame or monetary success during their lifetimes.

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Gabriel Wickbold | Brazilian Photographer

26/11/2009

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Gabriel Wickbold Women

Gabriel Wickbold is a young Brazilian Photographer whose images are intriguing and captivating. There are many links to photographers and other artists on this blog, and when possible their works are featured with a direct link to their websites.

It is the responsibility of all artists and writers to promote the work of other talented individuals. Please feel free to submit up and coming artists and their work. Of particular interests are the works of Africans on the Continent and in the Diaspora, South Americans, Europeans and other cultures. If the proposed artist’s work is deemed appropriate, it will be featured on this blog.

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The Road to Naijiriya

24/11/2009

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Lagos

It was 1970 when my father announced that we would be moving to Ile Ife, Nigeria. The move was precipitated by an incident in which my father was unjustly arrested by a racist policeman while he was driving me and my siblings home from school. The policeman did allow him to contact our mother who came to pick us up, but the image of my father being roughly shoved into the back of a black and white patrolman’s car was traumatizing, as I wondered if we would ever see him again.

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