March fourth and effect change no matter calloused feet or calloused hands. Never stop trying to remove your people from the margins.
The long overdue uprising from the marginalized that for generations have been funneled into systemic enslavement, exploded in April setting Baltimore a blaze with a flame that will never die. The visible fires created deeper divisions, enticed global media attention, and further acknowledged what is known as the "Two Baltimore's" simply meaning a division in color, a line drawn in the sand by the city. As part of Baltimore was burning the fires that mattered were intangible. Flames burned the stomachs of the racist underbelly that counter acted the movement with chants of All Lives Matter! in order to further the narrative that black lives don't. But more importantly were the flames igniting the hearts of the youth. Set a blaze by their distain for the system that is set up for their failure that still gleefully carries the torch of discriminatory policy and action handed down from past generations. An unquenched desire to be heard came to a head as cop cars burned, the backlash of a kettle that had already been whistling hot long before the first window was broken and the CVS was set a blaze, long before Freddie Gray's spine gave way in the back of a police patty wagon and before the racially selective curfew enforcement. As protestors chanted Black Lives Matter! a change was in the air those words playing loudly in the background, the theme of The Civil Rights era reborn.
Art Is My Activism was created as a response to the Uprising, a movement dominated by marches and protesters raising their voices in the streets loud enough to be heard across deliberate racial divides of a city willfully ignorant of its own history and racial hierarchies. Picket signs visually confronting the system and its henchmen in order to communicate a profound message or feeling. Here art is present yet entangled within the noose of exploitation. Clicking cameras capturing images for profit yet at the same time immortalizing with every click of the shutter. It's easy to cross the blurred line between art and exploitation, but the blurred can be made clearer when an answer is formed to the question, whom are you serving? The community or yourself? Art Is My Activism seeks to rewrite the narrative and create a better understanding of the art in activism by capturing the beauty and struggle of people, more specifically black people, by using art as a catalyst for change, without pimping for profit. From the words of the incomparable Ms. Nina Simone, "How can you be an artist and not reflect the times?" and reflect we shall. #blacklivesmatter #blackisbeautiful #artismyactivism