When I am quiet, it is because I have been thinking.
As a mother of a young black man, it is hard to ignore the feeling that young black men are literally being hunted. It use to just be that they were incarcerated at an alarming rate, or that they did not get into college, often both. But now they could be just going about their own business, meet up with the wrong person who perceives them as a threat, and game-over.
From Travon to Micheal Brown, to Eric Garner, the unrest in the streets matches the unrest in my heart, but is there any way to talk about it without seeming racist? I don't know. How about we talk about the 14 teenagers killed by cops since Micheal Brown, some black, some white, many carrying nothing more than a BB Gun. http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2014/11/25/the-14-teens-killed-by-cops-since-michael-brown.html Too many cops act first, and then ask questions. Yes, Body cameras on police are a good idea. Will they fix the problem? Probably not.
My art this week started out as a series of circles. I then just scribbled out my pain on paper. That's what if felt like. The outcome is kind of dark. Scary eyes and tentacles from an unknown sources controlling and/or torturing the faceless people.
So here is my piece. Here is how I feel right now.