Restore

All I can say for this one is...this is the end.

Gather

I have been working a whole lot on my thesis lately and I have a precedent that has inspired me. I chose to draw what I had seen in this skate park in West Oakland where the kids in the area feel free and claim ownership in the midst of volatility.

Cherish

Three years ago, at the beginning of spring, I sat with my friends at DuPont Circle in Washington DC. I guess I cherish that day because it was one of the last springs that I probably would ever spend with those three girls at the same time.

The crazy yet amusing part to that day was the troupe of clowns that descended upon the circle. One of the clowns, this 12-year-old boy, was definitely not amused by the antics of his cohorts. He sat by the fountain and wistfully stared into the distance. I took a picture of this sad clown (as those things typically amuse me.)

Journey

 

The process...

The Steel Pan was born out of a yearning for expression in a village with no voice. She was molded, pounded and bent into a harsh young woman by the hands of her maker, but the sound that escaped from her lungs was enough to mesmerize a wayward youth. "Sweet pan!" the adoring sailors would exclaim, as her music sashays down the city streets at dusk. The aristocrats and almost-but-never-will-be aristocrats cringed at the sound of her melodious voice. Uncouth! The vice of vagabonds and bandits! The whore of the town!

It was only when the young sons of respectable families began creeping out into the night to indulge in their torrid affairs with her, that the older, distinguished gentlemen began to take notice. "Let us refine her! She will do well entertaining us in our private gatherings." Pan learned etiquette. She was married off to money. Her rough, callous skin was smoothed out and buffed. She was now appealing...acceptable to engage the masses. She left behind her first love whose steady hands fashioned her in the darkness of backyards and garages. Her sweet voice was broadcasted and televised to the world and she became a cultural caricature.

Alas, with the Pan's journey toward the rich man's acceptance, what happens to the voiceless village when their one form of expression is enticed away from them?

Uplift

"The Black represents for us the dedication of the people joined together by one strong bond. It is the colour of strength, of unity of purpose, and of the wealth of the land. Red is the colour most expressive of our country; it represents the vitality of the land and its peoples; it is the warmth and energy of the sun, the courage and friendliness of the people. White is the sea by which these lands are bound; the cradle of our heritage; the purity of our aspirations and the equality of men and women under the sun. Thus, the colours chosen represent the elements of the Earth, Water and Fire which encompass all our past, present and future; and inspire us as one united, vital, free and dedicated people."

 - The meaning of the colors on the Trinidad and Tobago flag,
With compliments of the permanent mission of Trinidad and Tobago to the United Nations.

I guess this is my cynical representation of the Red, White and Black.