Durga Holzhauser said, "Perhaps an old wound on the ocean floor of our soul drives our fulfilled life away. It may be obvious when someone has broken our heart, but the stickiest bandages are the ones that are hidden away in our subconscious mind, eating up our desires. Forgiveness has a thousand layers."
Art. Black boy against the Moon.
"Taught not to be aware Blacks are unaware of the wonders around them,
within them, and working around them!" - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 3/30/18
This artist caught something surprisingly obvious Black Americans scarcely give cause stock to enrich their lives. It is the lies that perpetuate the confidence in not knowing what should be known. In this drawing is the typical dead walk. Nothing is heard, perceived, seen, or acknowledged save one thing: what does not matter.
Our boys are content with this show of no force. Head covered in hoods, dragging feet, slouching with plugs in their ears. They see little. With no peripheral vision their vision is narrow, somewhere beneath their feet. At some point, death finds a peace to begin its stalk of life forces with little unction to live beyond mere existence, a few years, or a life of violence for the sake of belonging to what does not want them, or see their souls.
There is no easy way to teach the dying to live if they lack the tools for a skill set to live. The movie, Black Panther, in its complexity points out this point with mastery, and without preaching. It is stacked well into the story lines and the imagery. If a one wants to know of these things he must think, probe and become something of a force to be reckoned with in the quest for the right knowledge and the right teacher to lead them towards their initiations! - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3/30/18