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Lesser Known Artists: Lucille Malkia Roberts

by fyarlgiles

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Malkia Roberts ( 1923 ), “Spectrum” Acrylic on canvas 1972

This image, according to the artist, represents acceptance of the present and anticipation of the future. The woman is the past, and the Expressionistic style and upward gaze symbolize the future. The flame-like palette “eliminates the possibility of negative space and ensuing objectivity” (203).

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Malkia Roberts ( 1923 ), “Guardian” Oil and Acrylic on canvas 1986

Human figures are often found in Roberts’ art, but abstracted. The theme of this piece is “women of color” and how they are “protectors of family and tradition.” She is quoted as saying, “My ‘gathered visions’ are evoked and implied rather than realistically delineated in the traditional sense. They have evolved and are wedded in patterns of light and color, reflecting my emotional and spiritual reactions to places and ‘people of color’ around the planet, with whom I have bonded. The energy invites viewers to unravel the themes and come to their own conclusions.”

Information from University of Iowa

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Hide and Seek

by fyarlgiles

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search for me

in crisp, light flakes

of ash

that  perch

on sills

beneath the bludgeoned clouds,

for snuffed out fires

always warn

of my suffocating

steps

“Now, You See Me” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Judgement by Anyes Galleani

Evolving image

by meaghanmerrifield

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woman i was

am
will be

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sleeps settled

in the river’s cool bed

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to escape the frenzied burn  in

her

mine

our

aching unhinged head

“Ophelia” by Meaghan Merrifield

Almost through

by meaghanmerrifield

 

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unraveled hours

languidly dwindle and dim with the lengthening of the day

twilight loses its luster

dusk impatient

departs before dawn

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yet in hours ignored

dark swells in innocent admiration

still enchanted by far off forms ablaze

the scent of summer slumber whispers in the wind

so when days are done

the old enduring earth

attempts again to become something new

“Almost New” by Meaghan Merrifield

Art Mash: You Have Something on Your Face

by meaghanmerrifield

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jaws heavy with swollen tongues

fall into smiles of stupor

heat flushes faces into blurry blends

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yet the rubies violets peaches and maroons

settle and inevitably cool

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teal is well suited to time

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and the end

gracious and refined

reflects fondly on

the beauty of the blend

“Beauty in Blend” by Meaghan Merrifield

Artwork by Charles Wilkin

The Way She Painted Me

by fyarlgiles

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This is the way she painted me

with

sloppy brushstrokes

of indigo

and cloudy-white.

—- messy holes

that spread

and leak

into

marbled splatters of nose and eyelid. 

It looks nothing like me

but

when I touch her,

I can feel it

sweating into the pores behind my eyelashes–

staining my sight

like the horror of a bloody

ghost.

“The Way She Painted Me” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: No Sudden Movement by Nina Schroeder

Loaded Quotes: Bloody Ambition

by fyarlgiles

She danced, and was obliged to go on dancing through the dark night. The shoes bore her away over thorns and stumps till she was all torn and bleeding; she danced away over the heath to a lonely little house. Here, she knew, lived the executioner; and she tapped with her finger at the window and said:

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‘Come out, come out! I cannot come in, for I must dance.’

 And the executioner said: ‘I don’t suppose you know who I am. I strike off the heads of the wicked, and I notice that my axe is tingling to do so. “Don’t cut off my head!’ said Karen, ‘for then I could not repent of my sin. But cut off my feet with the red shoes.’

Excerpt from  ” The Red Shoes” by  Hans Christian Anderson

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An enchanting woman whose feet have been hacked to bloody stumps is an image of humanity that comforts me.

Let me explain. 

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We are all complex mixtures  of beauty and horror, pain and delight, greed and charity. But there is such a cry for dichotomies in western culture, that we tend to ignore this.  It’s simple!! Pretty is pretty, and Yucky is yucky, now let’s all get ice cream sandwiches!!

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But there is no pretending when it comes to Karen.   The crude image of her perfect body sitting atop bloody mutilated legs makes her brokenness impossible to hide. And isn’t that sort of honesty liberating? Sometimes, I feel like my body is a lie I tell to anyone who is capable of seeing me. It is young, functional, it has no apparent deformities, and it conceals my self-loathing. It’s nice sometimes because I never truly feel vulnerable, but it breeds a lot insecurity. If no one sees me for what I am, how can I ever truly feel accepted?

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I think that a lot of people will say that this story is about how vanity can ruin you and blablabl..  more oppressive ideas about female sexuality professed by the catholic church… but I have always seen it as a tale about facing the good, the bad, and the bloody within yourself.

The truth isn’t simple; It is a young girl who looks gorgeous from the waste up, but is forced to hobble around on the ghosts of her own feet.

Angie

Harmless

by fyarlgiles

I am not mean

enough

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——————— or honest enough

to stew in

real

depravity.

Eyes Alert

by meaghanmerrifield

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So much to see

So many people to be

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Artwork by Dawn Arsenaux and Mari

Mustard Moon

by meaghanmerrifield

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a frame

fearless and fragile

with skin that skates

until it settles

into a creamy repose

houses little lungs

which

suck

the dust of dusk

under the mustard moon

“Mustard Moon” by Meaghan Merrifield

Artwork by Eugene Loli