{"id":12922,"date":"2022-07-22T09:30:12","date_gmt":"2022-07-22T09:30:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/media-archive.blackartinamerica.com\/?p=12922"},"modified":"2022-07-12T10:50:34","modified_gmt":"2022-07-12T10:50:34","slug":"tales-from-the-b-a-sket-black-art-sketches-for-the-contemporary-art-lover-25","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/earthexhibitions.org\/media-archive\/?p=12922","title":{"rendered":"Tales from The b.a.SKET: Black Art Sketches for the Contemporary Art Lover"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n
By D. Amari Jackson<\/pre>\r\nThis week, we reach into the b.a.SKET and pull out a reflective piece and the ongoing quest for meaning and resolution\u2026 <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\r\n
I often go silent, for I\u2019ve learned not to question; at least not those of life\u2019s challenges best answered by time, by pain, by Spirit… for The Path is The Path.<\/p>\r\n
And while I sometimes struggle to remind myself of life\u2019s beauty, I try to invoke the beauty of life\u2019s struggle \u2500 the quest for meaning, the pursuit of Light, the bittersweet signposts along the way\u2026<\/p>\r\n
The Path is often counterintuitive. The challenges that make you wanna holla are the ones best managed by serenity, by silence. And though it\u2019s sometimes hard to process, it is not my place to question Her divine reason, to doubt Her divine purpose, for the answers were forged long ago, the geometry is still sacred, and the Flower of Life spirals onward in cycles of promise, of beauty, of resolution\u2026<\/p>\r\n
Indeed, nature hosts our solace; the mountain is our temple, the trees, our congregation. And just when I doubt its larger meaning, a gentle breeze, a divine, maternal touch warms my face, renews me, and lets me know She is always there guiding me, buoying me, lifting me upon Her ancient Afrikan wings, landing me in a softer place\u2026<\/p>\r\n
For The Path is The Path. And until I can know the answers to questions much older than me, I will wait quietly, patiently, for Time to clarify my journey, for Submission to soothe my pain, and for Silence to show me the way.<\/p>\r\n
——–<\/strong><\/p>\r\n
With Reflecting by the River<\/em>, surrealist-abstract painter, Cedric Michael Cox, takes us on a natural journey to find ourselves.<\/p>\r\n