Old painting, new wheatpaste.
In 2011, I began a series of paintings called Victim of American Fear.(The title is from this article by Adam Serwer for The Prospect. As an illustrator, I’m often inspired to create a painting from something I’ve read.)
The series was meant to address the killings of black people that happen when people find themselves afraid of black people just because they are black. Think Trayvon Martin. Think Oscar Grant.
Also think Renisha McBride. If I continue this series, I’ll want to include a black woman.
After the recent killings of more black bodies, I decided to try these paintings out on the street as wheatpastes.
Critiquing my own work, I do think these paintings are a little over-literal, with the gun targets covering the bodies. I don’t mean to be provocative just for the sake of it. But I do think it’s a strong image.
These are pasted in Newark.
One of the greatest baseball players of all-time BUT bigger than that, Clemente was a humanitarian and provider for his people in his homeland of Puerto Rico and other countries in Latin America.
Clemente died in plane crash on December 31, 1972, while attempting to deliver aide to earthquake survivors in Nicaragua.
In 1970s Nigeria, only a tiny handful of female artists broke through the backing singer/dancer ceiling to become stars in their own right, particularly if they wrote their own material — And Fela cousins The Lijadu sisters did just that. Their repertoire ranged from love songs and dance anthems to philosophy and political/social commentary.
“The music business was hard for women in Nigeria,” says Taiwo Lijadu. “Back then, they didn’t think women had brains.”
Yes I love knowledge like this
Words by Cassidy Blackwell / Photos by Tyler Shaw
On a warm Wednesday afternoon, the Bevel Code team strolled down an Oakland street looking for the home and studio Robert Trujillo, Bay Area Illustrator and Author of Furqan’s First Flat Top. All of a sudden, we heard a burst of laughter and a blast of funk music coming from a house on our right. Looking up, we saw a family of three hanging out of a 2nd story window, huge smiles plastered on their faces and we knew we had arrived at the right spot.
Love my friends