Art Heap: Jenn Mann

Bubblegum

Sea Gal

Pomegranite

Mars the Grackle and the Two-headed Girl

Milkweed

Bear Mountain

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Skin Deep

I feel your frightened eyes

fumble and peel

as I pass —

She is

-so tall

She is

—so sure

That otherworldly creature

over there—

-Angie

Art Heap: Lost Lines

Here–

there are

minds ————-lost

in the

fairy-fizzled fog.

Faceless

Galaxius

Smoke

Spellbound

Masquerade

Bring Me Back

Hereafter

Artwork by Jumpstick

Girl in Repeat

from my blurry neck

came bursts

of yesterday

that smudged

your edges until they

were nothing

but

thumbprints of muddy scarlet

and hotpink.

–And when it was over–

forgot to

clean the

splattered walls.

“Girl in Repeat” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: Otherworld by Jumpstick

Lesser Known Artists: Lucille Malkia Roberts

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).

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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Gone

HIs white walk

hardens in that place between my spine

and my skull–

It feels like holding back tears

and scattered fever chills–

like scraping rusty metal with my splitting fingernail

until the sound numbs my arm

and I cannot speak.

But it is the

last new memory I have

of him.

And

will not bury it

today.

“Gone” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: Our Great Love Story by Agnes Cecille

The Female Gaze

our

pleasant

black

faces

are pressed together

under a veil

of chalky peach

that drapes over your sleeping spine

and my

shivering shoulders

to protect us

from open air

and honesty—

Every day we dress

like dolls

with cherry cheeks

and nodding heads

because you are a daisy

and I am a tulip

and we

live only

to be

seen

“The Female Gaze” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: Spectrum by Lucille Malkia Roberts

The Way She Painted Me

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