Friday, February 19, 2010


While riding through the city today; I stopped abruptly because I saw a horse drawn wagon. The wagon itself was locked within the gates of what appeared to be a junkyard. That quick glimpse of it made me excited and I wanted to shoot it. I have always had a fascination with those since I came to America. They are often romanticized, and I thought that maybe one day I would get the opportunity to ride in one. As I got to the gates to take a shot of the carriage, I was startled by the movement of a horse! This horse was not attached to the carriage, but it was rummaging through junk like a dog. It was eating something that was seemingly unnatural...nothing like hay. I looked around shocked, and soon spotted another one, standing in the corner looking sad and desolate, it's furry brown coat looking tattered and ragged. I had never seen such a thing, 'Urban Horses!' Soon, a chicken came by...

 What a sad, disgusting and unnatural environment these poor horses live in. I wanted to set them free. Maybe I'm spoiled because I live in the country. The horses here are beautiful and well taken care of, with lots of land to run around on and lots of fresh air, and hay to eat. A far cry from these urban horses, who were surrounded by tires, old cars, garbage, and a myriad of other things...

and what was up with the chickens?

 i digress.

what a day.






























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Friday, January 29, 2010


Stop. Take a moment, take a breath...a deep one. Now begin counting your blessings. We don't often do that. I am, by nature, a grateful person. I appreciate the little things...the smallest gifts, like the dirt, and the first flowers springing to life. I'm grateful that I grew up the way that I did because it molded me into the woman that I am today. I'm grateful for my grandmother who taught me that a little goes a long way and that life is not about 'having'.

So I find less reason to complain. When I look in my pantry and wonder where all of the food has gone; I'm thankful because I have the money to replenish it. When I get in my car and drive down the street; I'm undeniably grateful for the fact that I have that luxury, and that I don't have to walk everywhere because there are no buses in my city.

Everyday is a new one that abounds with life, light and spirit. When I was growing up in Jamaica, we always awoke to the sounds of the rooster crowing and the beautiful sunrise. We were surrounded by the sounds of nature's music, and boy did it sound good. We found reason to smile in the midst of struggle, and our spirits were resolute. I will never become lost in this world. I will never be driven by greed and power, and I will always find a way to uplift the poor and forgotten.

Let's attempt to find less reason to complain and more reasons to be thankful. Remember that our people are suffering all over the world because of greed and carelessness...and always remember to give, however you can.

-Selah "Let those with eyes see and with ears hear."

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Wednesday, January 20, 2010


"Lamentation pour Haïti," a mixed media painting created specifically to offer fans of Tamara's artwork an opportunity to help the people of Haiti.

A Caribbean woman and individual concerned with the human plight in general, Tamara was particularly overcome with grief by the initial and ongoing devastation and suffering in Haiti. Moved by the COUNTLESS children suffering as a result of injury, loss of parents, family, limbs, and life....she decided to donate to Save the Children, an internationally recognized charitable foundation with a current, specific focus on the urgent and long-term needs of Haiti's babies and children.

Many people love Tamara's work and would love to own it, but often say it's unaffordable. Just like many of us want to do *something* to help Haiti's inhabitants. Here's a perfect opportunity to do both at once.

50% tax-deductible, signed, numbered, limited edition (of 300) prints of "Lamentation pour Haïti," are available now in two sizes: 11" x 14" ($50) and 16" x 20" ($100). They are printed on hahnemuhle photo rag paper (300 GSM weight).

Contact Tamara directly (with your address and phone number) at thearttist@gmail.com to purchase your print today. All payments will be processed through Paypal. Shipping not included in purchase price.

(Lamentation pour Haïti, ©2010 by Tamara Natalie Madden)

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Saturday, January 2, 2010





Zenith of Zebulon 30x40 © 2009

Last piece of '09. Please forgive the glare and blurred image. I was having difficulty shooting this.

































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Tuesday, December 29, 2009


It is my goal to feature amazing black girl artists (as I like to call them), from time to time. I find that we are thoroughly under represented in the art world, and that we have to work too hard to get the recognition that we deserve.

I found this artist named, Toyin Odutola, randomly. She's Nigerian like my home girl, who just happens to share the same name. Her work is phenomenal and her drawings are exotic and powerful. There are so many adjectives that I could use to describe the depth of her drawings, but one has to see them and make their own judgments. It's only fair that each person be allowed to interpret the art in their own way.

Her work is very different from mine. She uses pen and ink and the occasional graphite or charcoal, but more that anything, it's her creative style that is beautiful and inspiring. Check out more of her work here.

Emmanuel(le)


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Hottentot: Dancer's Transformation

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Tuesday, December 22, 2009


I thought that I would share some of my older works. We all have to start from somewhere and growth only happens when you work towards it and are open to it.
 
I did this drawing when I was 14. I was just learning how to draw faces.


On my artistic journey, I've tried many things. A lot of the ideas that I had really sucked and my painting skills were really bad! I kept on though, because no one could tell me that I wasn't going to be an artist.


I really thought that I was doing something here! This was supposed to be a deep painting! It was in oil too. I don't like oil any longer, it's just not my thing. lol!


An early drawing called Stork Man. 

Aaah, my attempts at painting.

It started getting a little better.

The piece above is in Vanderbilt University's permanent collection.



Eventually, I began to evolve and growth came. It takes time and lots of failure sometimes, but if you believe it you can achieve it! Corny, but true! :)


The Hottentot Venus  

I'm still growing. I'll never stop. I continue to challenge myself and learn from others. I'm self taught and I'm a woman and I'm black, but above all I am an artist and I have a voice.


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Thursday, December 17, 2009



I just found this article while doing a random search. It was written by Marlon H. Banks, an African American artist living in Madison, WI. He's also a former fellow at the Studio Museum in Harlem. (I couldn't find any of his work.) I thought that he discussed the dilemma of [not] fitting into the art world as a black artist, without having to conform or alter your work, very well. I wanted to be sure to share this because I truly understand what he's going through. It is a constant battle, especially since my work is so BLACK. Galleries look past me, not just because they may think that my work is mediocre, but because my strong, poignant images of black people may be too much for some to look at. Anyhow, please view the article below.

Not in my backyard
Finding a gallery to work with can be hard for any artist, and it's even more difficult when the artist and his work are said to be "too black." If the artist takes a "centrist" approach, using, for example, abstraction or irony in his or her work, the likelihood of gallery representation seems to increase. Such maneuvers, however, threaten the work of African-American artists with dilution or "gentrification." This is why I insist, in my representational images, on being as black as I am.

Today, the image of black folk in the fine arts often appears owned and maintained by curators, university art departments, and commercial galleries. The same beneficiaries of white privilege create and maintain parameters to define the relative purity of art made by black people. Often, art said to be "too black" has been pushed by the artist to a level of realism that can make whites uncomfortable. Ironically, these parameters are maintained by men who get no darker than a Wisconsin summer tan; they also believe there's no market for art that's too black and too representational.

Of all types of art made by African Americans, it can seem that folk, outsider, and what some refer to as primitive receive the widest exposure. But it's also true that African Americans are making inroads in other ways. Some artists achieve greater involvement in the larger (white) art world by focusing on abstraction. More and more, artists are intentionally using negative stereotypes to make complicated points about black history and culture (this has been called "hyper-black" or "post-black"). These artists are often able to combine humor and irony with formal innovation, sometimes with sublime results. Notwithstanding the word "primitive," each strategy above is important. Each breaks down boundaries in its own way.

Still, I cannot describe my own work in terms of self-deprecating humor or irony. Nor do I subscribe to the idea of eliminating evidence of ethnicity in exchange for a strict diet of abstraction. However, I am comfortable with the Studio Museum in Harlem's description of my work as "Black Romantic." For me, this show was not about traditional romanticism but more about a group of artists who are willing to address the broad span or full palette of African-American culture, in terms of both audience and subject matter.

Now, I would like to see more interest in and support for our art in my own backyard. Why should we have to travel elsewhere to find sustained interest in our work (a question asked by many of the thirty "Black Romantics")? For those of us who have already come from other places throughout the country, there is no "someplace else." Support and visibility should be possible in the places we call home, without expectations on anyone's part that we are folk, primitive, or outsider artists.

--Marlon H. Banks, Madison, WI

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