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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disconnect (Letting Go is Flying)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;©07/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;mixed media on paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This piece is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for purchase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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There is such a thing as &lt;i&gt;too much&lt;/i&gt; self-awareness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This piece came from a repetitive theme in some of my journal entries: a feeling of disconnect between my physical body and my emotions or between myself and other people. It wasn't even something I recognized as such until I heard the song &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0GYHwCmkbLs"&gt;Private Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by India.Arie.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"I'm gonna take off all my clothes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Look at myself in the mirror&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;We're gonna have a conversation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;We're gonna heal the disconnection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I don't remember when it started&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But this is where it's gonna end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;My body is beautiful and sacred&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And I'm gonna celebrate it"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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In dreams, a very clear picture of myself emerged. I was light and airy, floating like a balloon, my disconnection from my physical self never more obvious. It was my way of&amp;nbsp;separating the parts of myself that I believed were valuable and worthy from those parts that made me frustrated, angry, that I hurt and that hurt other people.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"All my life (all my life)&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for (I've been looking for)&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else&lt;br /&gt;To make me whole&lt;br /&gt;But I had to learn the hard way&lt;br /&gt;True love begins with me&lt;br /&gt;This is not ego or vanity&lt;br /&gt;I'm just celebrating me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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No matter where and how far I run, I will still be there...and that's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-4418147142928967035?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Of all the definitions of what an artist statement is or what it does, this description gave me pause: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mollygordon.com/resources/marketingresources/artstatemt/"&gt;Your artist's statement can be a moving testament to your creativity and integrity. The expression of this commitment will vary, but the effectiveness of your artist's statement stems from the authority with which you write it.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I was taken aback, mostly because I've never thought of myself as an authority on anything, especially not art making. In my mind, I simply did what I did, from a very specific point of view. I didn't realize it at the time, but in doing that, I had authority. With art, I have the power to influence or command thought, opinion, or behavior. All I needed to do is find it and broadcast it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But first, I had to find the words with which I could communicate that authority, that power. More importantly, I needed to believe that I had it and show it in my work as well as in the ways I write and speak of that work.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After lots of writing, using the questions on the above-linked site as a guide, I feel this statement is my way of beginning to claim that power, that authority:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com/p/artists-statement.html"&gt;My artistic practice stems from my history of trauma, of being cast aside, of not knowing, of being made to feel unsafe, unwanted, and without value because of gender, race, culture and sexual identity. I examine and deconstruct the relationships between feeling a sense of "otherness" and developing a perception of self that seeks connections and strives to find beauty in contrasts as well as the links between urban life, identity, memory, nature, personal mythology, and magical-spiritual belief. In trying to find my voice, I endeavor, as Frida Kahlo said, to “paint my own reality”. The female form is incorporated into many of my works, even as I question the idea of femininity. It is the body into which I was born; I use it as symbol, as metaphor, as a vessel that holds hundreds of thousands of years of stories in its ample bosom and the curves of waists, hips, thighs, and stomachs. My works are about changing identities, giving birth over and over again to new and varied definitions of self as we go through the changes of life. Urban imagery often overlaps that of the natural world, as do the ideas of privilege and disadvantage, hope and despair, roughness and healing.I use a variety of media. Each process--painting, printmaking, collage, and mixed media-- transforms both my materials and the way I think about them into something new and different, as we are changed when we share ourselves and our stories with others. Story is how I was first taught history; my art is deeply rooted in both.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
It really is just that simple.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Regardless of the creative work you do, you just need to do it. I post this video for me as much as I post it for others, because there are periods of time--days, weeks, sometimes even months--where I am not doing the work of creating. I catch myself doing anything &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; creating, for a variety of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think back to the work I did in college, most of which no longer exists. All of the ideas central to my current work were there. I still ask similar questions. If anything, I ask more questions. Asking questions is a good thing, a &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; thing...but making the work is the only way to share the questions so that we can all search for answers together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-6401187191006131582?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;"Stories matter. Many stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign, but stories can also be used to empower and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of a people, but stories can also repair that broken dignity."&lt;/blockquote&gt;My art and this blog are my stories and the stories of those who look and love and live in ways similar to me. These stories may or may not be in direct opposition to how black Americans are portrayed in popular culture, but that is but one story. As Adichie said in the video, "the consequence of the single story is this: it robs people of dignity. It makes our recognition of our equal humanity difficult. It emphasizes how we are different rather than how we are similar."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
An important distinction to make is that although we as people are similar, we--as members of various ethnicities and genders and sexual orientations, with various levels of ability--are not all on equal terms in society. She speaks in the video about a global scale; my perspective, though speaking of black Americans specifically, seems to be the same, though her thoughts seem a bit overly simplistic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;"The single story creates stereotypes. And the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-6316004012000772140?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A friend of mine asked me to explain the criteria I use to pick what I cut out, and the simple answer is that I choose shapes and colors that catch my eye. There are a lot of images that are common to my work, such trees, women and girls, and urban imagery. There is a bit of deep orange, a gilded picture frame, a few doors, some blue from a sky...and I have no idea how or when or even if it will all come together.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's see what happens, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-1567823881181034582?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I first heard about 6x6, I was excited, in awe of two women that could put together such an amazing project...and of course, I wanted to learn more. I got a chance to ask Kesha Bruce, co-director of &lt;a href="http://baangandburne.com/"&gt;Baang and Burne Contemporary Art&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;a few questions about the business of art in general and 6x6 specifically. A common theme was relationships between artists, their art, and audiences. Here's what she shared:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Nyela: You say selling art is about building relationships...but with whom? How?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Kesha: I always tell my consulting clients: “Stop hunting Unicorns!” By that I mean--understand that most “art collectors” don’t walk around calling themselves “art collectors”. It’s not a job title.&amp;nbsp;Just think about the last 3 people who bought one of your artworks.  Were they rich celebrity “art collectors” that sit on museum boards and give thousands of dollars each year to art foundations?  If so, great!  But most likely it was a person who really liked the work, and really liked you, and decided to buy your work.  They are an art collector.&lt;br /&gt;
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Artists need to make a habit of consistently staying in touch my e-mail and by snail mail with people that show interest in their work.  Every artist should constantly be adding new people to their mailing list.  These people are your collector base!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Nyela: How can artists work together to promote their work?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Kesha: Obviously, I think more artists should get together and produce their own exhibitions. It doesn’t have to be a big production or even a formal, tradition exhibition for that matter. It could be as simple as 3 artists getting together and each hanging 5 pieces of artwork in someone’s living room for an evening. These type of smaller intimate events are a great way to invite people to see your new work in a more laid back fun way.&lt;br /&gt;
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I say this all the time:  Other artists aren’t your competition.  They’re your greatest allies.  Always remember that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Nyela: How did you pick the group of artists that would be exhibiting in 6x6?  Do they have any particular thing in common in terms of style or theme?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Kesha: There’s a lot of truth to the saying “It’s all about who you know.”  When Charlie Grosso and I formed Baang and Burne we picked a group of artists that not only made work we loved, but who we already knew and trusted. The artists I brought on, I had met when I was an Artist-in-Residence at the Vermont Studio Center.  I had worked with them day in and day out over the course of a month so I knew their work well and I knew they would be easy to work with personality wise. In the end, I chose people I already had great relationships with.  In the end it always comes back to relationships!&lt;br /&gt;
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To read more about 6x6, read Kesha’s weekly articles on art, art marketing, and&amp;nbsp;creativity and to download a free copy of her guide “The 5 Step Art Career Make-Over” visit her blog at &lt;a href="http://www.keshabrucestudio.com./"&gt;www.keshabrucestudio.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-1105526357652534685?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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9"x12" &lt;br /&gt;
acrylic on canvas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I am a restless person at times, often easily frustrated, and this painting is a product of that. I've long felt as if there were external forces holding me in place and I was powerless to change them; I am moving forward, but not nearly fast enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't flee from myself. In the end, I know I will be right where I'd expect, with all the faults and flaws I've always had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-5987335539464999875?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6g6SL9Y2YOo/TgS0RrzL8kI/AAAAAAAAB98/5qGr0QkeBwA/s1600/4-up+on+2011-06-23+at+13.03+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6g6SL9Y2YOo/TgS0RrzL8kI/AAAAAAAAB98/5qGr0QkeBwA/s320/4-up+on+2011-06-23+at+13.03+%25234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Over the years, I have had mixed successes with it, as I don't have access to a press and have instead had to rely on hand-pulling prints, a process that (to me, at least) is more physically arduous than cutting the linoleum. A&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baren"&gt;baren&lt;/a&gt; (and/or a wooden or metal spoon) is used to apply pressure to the paper and force the transfer of ink from the linoleum to the paper. Sometimes I get good quality prints, with rich color and crisp whites, but not always.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not often enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg9GKm8cgT4/TgS4gQjLPYI/AAAAAAAAB-A/xyHwOuyu0GI/s1600/DSCN0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg9GKm8cgT4/TgS4gQjLPYI/AAAAAAAAB-A/xyHwOuyu0GI/s320/DSCN0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As you can see, this is a work still very much in progress. I plan on adding watercolor and/or collage elements to it...as soon as I can get a small edition of good quality prints.&lt;br /&gt;
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I look at &lt;a href="http://linocult.com/"&gt;Linocult&lt;/a&gt; daily, and I keep trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-2202650301987859593?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It has taken years to be able to define myself as such. When asked I used to always say I was an art student. Even when I wasn't, and I had students of my own. I never felt ready to tell others about my art; they found out about it by accident, when they saw me walking around with paint on my clothes and in my hair or even on my face, or when they saw me with a sketchbook in hand. Then, as now, my sketchbook is just as likely to have a random bit of writing or random doodles in it as it is to have anything potentially ready for display.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;What does my life look like as an artist? How can I present myself as an artist to the world?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I wondered about the day to day, the moment to moment. How does the artist fill their hours and figure out where new works come from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-2407841320364097662?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Immediately, my thoughts upon seeing this are "this is so cool!" and "how can I help?" To be quite honest, I wanted to know more as soon as I read Barefoot Artists mission. I didn't even have to read it in its entirety to feel that this organization has, at its core, goals similar to my own:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barefootartists.org/barefootartists_mission.html"&gt;Barefoot Artists seeks to bear witness to the forgotten and the oppressed, and works to share their stories with the broader public to promote understanding and action.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barefootartists.org/images/barefoot_artists_home2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://www.barefootartists.org/images/barefoot_artists_home2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By engaging the poorest communities around the world with "participatory and multifaceted projects that foster community  empowerment, improve the physical environment, promote economic  development, and preserve and promote indigenous art and culture", they are showing, not just telling how art can make individuals and communities better. I like that an organization like this seeks to learn from and develop projects with communities rather than someone coming from somewhere else telling a group of people that they are doing &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; wrong, whatever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;
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From this and projects like it, I realize that I, too, can help...as soon as I figure out how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-8776379963874421331?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_807794883"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_807794883"&gt;Purify (Darkness to Light)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_807794883"&gt;9"x12"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nyelanashay/5591683961/"&gt;acrylic on canvas panel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There should always be a sense of play in art making, an exploration of both your materials and your capabilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-6664669505636664941?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Despite this, I have a hard time with the idea of &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; self-portrait. It feels a bit vain, a little self-indulgent to sit in front of a mirror (or looking at a photograph of myself) for the time it takes to draw or paint my own image, so that it is not just a reflection of what I see but an image that others would want to look at, not because it is me but because there is something there that makes them want to take a look at themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A friend once told me that she sees a vulnerability to my work that mirrors that of my personality; maybe shying away from calling a work a self-portrait is another part of that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nyelanashay/5730176777/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5101/5730176777_cf43bae277.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I Am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11"x14"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;acrylic on canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To the left of my face in "I Am" is an open, empty bird cage. Falling from it are rainbow colored feathers. I am what I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-5102495598918116177?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe this is my chance?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://causes.threadless.com/earthday/subs/#/submission/3830/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZuhEzqXzhs/TZYAMKpnnMI/AAAAAAAAB68/X5aBo6SJeZE/s640/threadless_presentation_1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The theme for this contest? "Acts of Green".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_100602240"&gt;Over a billion people celebrate Earth Day every April 22nd, making it  the largest civic holiday in the world. It's the one day when the  environment gets the international attention it deserves. This year,  Earth Day's mission is to convert heightened awareness into action  through the world's largest environmental service and advocacy campaign.  We call it &lt;b&gt;A Billion Acts of Green&lt;/b&gt;™ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Billion Acts of Green™ isn't about changing your entire life around.  It's about inspiring every individual to make smart changes that,  together, make an enormous difference. You can help us build the  movement by sharing an awesome design based on this campaign. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My design, &lt;a href="http://causes.threadless.com/earthday/subs/#/submission/3830/"&gt;"Leaving A Mark"&lt;/a&gt;, is up for voting now. For those who aren't familiar with Threadless, each submitted design is given a seven day period where users vote for designs they like best. The ones with the most votes get printed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Go vote on my design! Share the link with your friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-2886238725766198655?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Make some Art.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. Make some more Art.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. Make even more Art.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4. Make even more Art than that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5. Make Art when you don't really feel like making Art.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
6. Make Art when you REALLY feel like making Art.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
7. Make Art when you have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
8. Make Art when you got nothin' to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
9. Make Art every day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
10. Keep making Art.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inspired by the great wisdom of Brian Clark at &lt;a href="http://www.copyblogger.com/become-a-better-writer/"&gt;copyblogger. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kesha Bruce is an artist and the director of Baang and Burne Contemporary Art in New York.  Her ideas on art marketing and creativity can be found on her blog at &lt;a href="http://www.keshabrucestudio.com/"&gt;www.keshabrucestudio.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-4027521178960313693?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think I am learning this the hard way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-593229878179414146?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Back to the point of this post: trial and error.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've wanted to experiment with using acrylic transfers for a while now. There are all sorts of ways to transfer a photocopy of an image to an acrylic painting using gel mediums, but the steps are basically the same: apply medium to photocopy and let dry, soak the copy in water, rub until paper begins to fall away, image should be embedded in acrylic and can be added to the painting using more of the medium.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my case, though, the gloss gel medium I have isn't quite as transparent as I'd like, so my results were...less than desirable. In the spirit of the ART FIX In-House Residency Challenge, I want to use what I have.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm sure I'll try again later.&lt;br /&gt;
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I originally began this painting months ago. It was to be a companion piece to "&lt;a href="http://therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-fly-return-to-dream.html"&gt;I Fly (Return to A Dream)&lt;/a&gt;" but quickly went its own way...and then stopped. I'd work on it a bit here and there, never quite feeling that it was at a place where it could be considered 'complete'.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I'll call it "Climb".&lt;br /&gt;
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12" round&lt;br /&gt;
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I rarely ever make sketches. I don't ever fill sketchbooks with  drawings; a glance through my sketchbook may reveal a few ideas that are  really worth developing, but by and large, its empty.&amp;nbsp; I  have taught drawing; it is easy to see the difference in the  drawings those who draw regularly and those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;
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I see the value of the sketchbook.&lt;br /&gt;
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It  makes me question my own dislike of drawing: Is it because I think I'm  not good at it, or because I'd rather paint or do printmaking? Is my  time better spent working on the final product, or visually developing  the idea behind it? I know that the drawing can be a final product in  and of itself, but those aren't usually done in my sketchbook...&lt;br /&gt;
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I  drew in my sketchbook today, something that I definitely plan on  returning to. I also periodically reexamine my sketches, for ideas that could be developed further or something I could incorporate into whatever it is I am currently working on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes  I think that maybe I don't dislike drawing as much as I think I do. For  me, it is a means to an end, catching ideas and images before they are  forgotten and helping them grow...as they help me grow in my artistic  ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-7517820278730891948?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Somehow, I ran into artist &lt;a href="http://www.keshabruce.com/"&gt;Kesha Bruce&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/keshabruce"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, and her &lt;a href="http://www.keshabrucestudio.com/2011/02/2011-art-fix-in-house-residency.html"&gt;ART FIX In-House Residency Challenge&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The challenge is simple: use the art supplies you have on hand, finish incomplete projects, and post new art weekly. Seems pretty straightforward, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's see what I'm starting off with, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
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Three canvas panels, three stretched canvases, a three yard roll of unstretched canvas...&lt;br /&gt;
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There might even be more watercolor paper floating around here somewhere! I have no idea, as I am the polar opposite of organized.&lt;br /&gt;
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To be honest, I have very little idea what I'll do with any of it...where will I start?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-4594405302219682621?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A sampling of what I'm working on now. As you can see, there are some mixed media, watercolor, and acrylic works in various stages of completion. Some are quite awkward and some I haven't even begun, as you can see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-3005471211471292937?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com/2010/04/secrets-of-growing-things.html"&gt;The Secrets of Growing Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com/2010/06/release-freedom-belongs-to-those-who.html"&gt;Release (Freedom Belongs to Those Who Know the Beauty and Power of Their Voice)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-thousand-swirling-wishes.html"&gt;One Thousand Swirling Wishes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-fly-return-to-dream.html"&gt;I Fly (Return to a Dream)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com/2011/01/protect.html"&gt;Protect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I do wish I'd done more, but these seem to be the layered, multi-storied paintings I most want to create.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still, there needs to be more.&lt;br /&gt;
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What are my goals for 2011?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete one sketch a day for a calendar month&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Finish and share at least one piece a month &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; Continue working on art goals: practice drawing facial expressions, clothing, feet, human figures, perspective, and incorporate found objects into artworks &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Write a proposal for an art and social change project&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Investigate &lt;a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/"&gt;Kickstarter&lt;/a&gt; as a funding source for an art project&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Work with a friend to create a website for my art&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Experiment at networking with other professionals who have talents I don't &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Figure out how to track time spent on art and money (if any) made from it&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;I feel this is plenty ambitious, and I look forward to the challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-554179431483215882?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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acrylic on wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This piece was inspired a lot by a friend of mine and began with a photo of her. In her, there is both someone who fiercely protects and someone who wants to be protected just as fiercely. She is holding on tightly to that flower, but (I hope) not too tightly, so it can continue to grow and flourish, as it has through concrete...or bare skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-3440068724566604479?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I Fly (Return to A Dream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;36"x12"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;acrylic on canvas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This piece came when I reread one of my favorite children's books, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tar-Beach-Faith-Ringgold/dp/0517885441/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1294597758&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Tar Beach&lt;/a&gt; by Faith Ringgold. In it, I wanted to explore returning to a long forgotten dream. In this case, a dream of flying above all that you think you know about yourself and your surroundings. Only in dreams can you within and outside of yourself to look at all you know again, as if it was the very first time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498132930788935627-5371565997731197953?l=therebirthofnyela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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