Come join me, and other visual and jewelry artisans, as well as musicians for these upcoming events. Looking forward to the experience!
I would like to give a big shout out to The Living Well for such a successful event. I would also like to extend a huge thank you to all that came out for a good ol’ time, those that participated, and of course; those that shopped and supported all the artisans that were there :)
I had such an awesome time, and can barely wait until next year.
Just wanted to let’cha know of this awesome event I will be vending at The Living Well’s annual holiday shop! Come through and shop from fine artisans in the local Baltimore City area! It takes place December 20, 2015 from 12-6pm. Find out more about The Living Well via this link.
At the moment I have one more slot left for portrait December. The response I have gotten towards this special was very awesome. Gratitude to Sarah Juanita supporters and nothing but love. As mentioned, BFT members are 175.00 USD for a 12×24 inch piece, and all others are 225.00 USD. If you’d like to be one of the last to reserve your one of a kind portrait for this particular promotion, please, email me at email@example.com or you can send me your payment via. paypal through this here link: https://www.paypal.me/SarahJuanitaCreates. Due to the response of the portrait sale, I am extending my jewelry sale through the upcoming month of January, as I haven’t updated my bigcartel yet, Whoops! I’ll make sure to get on that before the month is over– just hold tight and be blessed.
Everything is weird.
Just joshin’ wiff ya.
But forreal tho, A year and some change ago I wrote THIS here blog post about attending a Women’s In Business seminar. That very seminar I attended gave me so much inspiration into the 2014 new year. As much as I was inspired, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed (and uh, a bit of self doubt) about my merchandise and painting’s EVER being at such a place. Well, that was me then. I am pleased to tell you that some of my items (almost two years later) are in that VERY shop, and partnering up with the Industrial Arts collective; The Holiday Pop Up Shop was a huge success! So much so, our very own mayor of Charm City, Stephanie Rawlings-Blake slid through and did a segment on the importance of shopping small and patronizing small businesses. If you happen to be in the city of Baltimore, the Holiday Pop Up shop is still happenin’ For more details, click here.
Also, I am now taking portrait commissions in to the New Year. I am running an awesome special for BFT Members only: 12×24– 16×24 usually at 300 USD value, for 175 USD, anything smaller message me with details. Again, this special is only for BFT and your membership must be OK’D by the moderators of that particular group. Holiday specials for everyone else are marked at 75 dollars off at 225USD. Anything smaller than 12×24 or 16×24 message me for a special holiday quote! I won’t be taking them for long, so act fast (At least before DECEMBER 15Th, 2015). Both rates don’t include shipping and handling.
Finished portrait of a BFT Member, Unique. 12×24 mixed media on canvas.
If you haven’t already stopped through, I plan on doing a flash sale on my big cartel site of all earrings marked at 25% off . Stay tuned, as this officially takes effect December 15th!
Wowza. Ok, I’ll blog more later but, Thanx for hanging in there with me! Until next time xx
If you don’t know, now ya know.
— Notorious BIG
So, I had the pleasure of participating in Vegan SoulFest this year. There were a slew of diversity but, Brown and Black love is what made my heart skip a beat! Seeing all those beautiful faces, and all that awesome food, and adorning so many people with my designs. UGH! I can’t even write this post with a straight face cause it must’ve been my favorite event of the year thus far! I ain’t e’een gonna ruin it by describing it– I’mma just put up some pictures that summed up my experience.
Let’s start of with by far the best gluttonous, vegan pseudo breakfast sandwich I’ve ever sunk my teeth into. Provided by the Grub Factory, it has was ALL Vegan: french toast sandwich with scrambled tofu, cheez, seitan sausage and maple syrup: LAWDA!
The highlights of the many supporters that graced my presence. Expressing the upmost gratitude for everyone and everything that day.
It’s no secret that I have been practicing a more “plant based diet.” Through this journey, I have been inspired to create more greener, cleaner, and simpler. If you follow my instagram, you’d know that my lil’ side gig is at my local Farmer’s Market. As of late, my tummy just loves raw beets. I’ve been inspired to create a line of ear wear completely dedicated to the preetiest beet of ’em all: the Chioggia beet. It’s ruby red, magenta and white stripes when sliced– makes for the cutest, sleekest and sophisticated design. Here’s my sketches thus far of this gem. I can’t wait to get them started.
I would like to take a moment to thank the organizers of Vegan Soulfest 2015: Naija Wright, Brenda Sanders and Land Of Kush for creating such a magnificent event showcasing healthy eating, local music, talent and art. I am definitely looking forward to next year!
Just thought I should post about upcoming events featuring my work, and community healing. I should also note that Artscape is nearing and this year it’ll be on July 17, 18, and 19th 2015. I will be represented by Perfect Touch Barbershop, come see me and other local artists!
If you’re getting your joe in #charmcity , make sure you look out for some of my work at Peace and a Cup of Joe.
featured Image reads: “Uncle Sam. The Old Southern Negroe.”
I thought I’d practice the very act with connecting with you all. I’ve realized it’s been a while since I actually wrote about how I feel, how I am. For starters, I am full throttle with my career and I currently have so much love and support around me. I would like to talk about how I started out 2014 with a job that seemed very promising because of its connections, and the art I would be around. It exposed me to “behind the scenes” things that go on in the local art world. Boy oh boy did I feel grateful for such an experience. In my 25 short days there, I thought this could be the thing that accompanies me in my creative process. I CAN actually have an awesome and fulfilling part-time job to accompany my aspirations of being a full-time artist.
I met some pretty creative people. Hell, with in those 25 days I managed to have met my idol, Alex Grey. I felt like I was on top of the world, and working at this establishment creatively fueled me in all the ways any other job couldn’t even measure up to. Everything was going fine until it didn’t. During my probationary period at this establishment, I came across jim crow era post cards.
[insert the bug gulp]
I was wondering how I could handle this. Can I talk to my boss about it? Would he understand where I was coming from? He is a big ol’ queer like myself, and he’s jewish: can he possibly understand oppression and mockery and how he could relate based on his ethnicity and his orientation? Can I politely give the cards back to him and say not a word in hopes that he’d understand? Should I just walk out and quit? Or, can I figure out a way and talk to an ally about this in hopes that it’ll translate over well to the big boss with out me coming off like the stereotypical, ‘angry black woman’? Guess what I chose…
Meanwhile, waiting for this meeting to officially happen, the executive manager came back from her time off. She radiated diffidence, and envy. During our time of getting to know each other, she mentioned that she cracks black jokes and asked me to not get offended if every now and then she was to crack a few black jokes because, Elaine*, elder black security guard, allows her too.
“No”, I said. “That is a boundary issue for me, and has to be consensual. If Elaine* let’s you do that, fine, that’s on her. I’d rather you get to know me first.” She abruptly apologized reassuring me that she wasn’t racist while continuing to tell me trivial cases of reverse racism with in the education system. Realizing that maybe I should have not said anything else, I jumped to tell her that there is no such thing as reverse racism once you understand the way systemic oppression works, and that the correct term in which she meant was prejudiced. After that spiel, I told her I no longer feel comfortable with having this discussion.
Big Boss enters the room with our lunch, I leave out to go use the bathroom, cry, smoke a cigarette, and take a breather because I felt in my heart that this opportunity would be ripped away from me.
I come back into the most uncomfortable situation, dead silence. Big boss instructs me to work on dusting rabbi art in the corner, while he entertains supporters, and even our mayor. I couldn’t keep my charade any longer; eyes growing puffy, irritated from the dust, and fighting back the onslaught of conservative tears.
“Sarah, I think we’re setting up shop early, and you’re free to go home a little early.” I then said okay and ran for the bus. I come to work next day thinking I have an ally to talk to about the recent race baiting incident. I explained to my co-worker what happened, and my fear from the very beginning, showed him the Jim Crow Era postcard and left them on the cash register while buying one of them for keeps. He then promised me that we’ll get to the bottom of this together. Work was over and I went home.
Not knowing it was my final day, I come in to my job with high hopes to actually have the conversation around recent events. I get settled in, eat my breakfast and go on the sales floor. I notice one of my co workers storm out of the room. I waved to him, he walked very fast with his head down not even acknowledging my presence.
“Sarah, may I talk to you?”
“Sure, is it something bad?”
“This just isn’t working out”
“Why, have I done something wrong? What are you terminating me for?”
“I don’t know. I can’t tell you that. I am just an old man with a gift shop. I am an emotional old man, and I feel that you don’t belong here.”
He didn’t even wish me well, or offer to give me a recommendation– but leaned in to give me a hug. Perplexed, I accepted and walked away. I walked away, I took that walk of shame that felt very similar to the black and brown women and men that searched for work during the plight of emancipation proclamation, and through the civil rights period and was rejected for the color of their skin. In that moment, I felt unsafe, and let down by theory of the American Dream. Employment felt worthless for this emerging artist. I didn’t even find sanctuary in this museum– If I can’t find it there, I can’t find it no where but with in.
So what did I do? Gained almost 40 pounds in body weight, depressed, and found myself applying for food stamps. This was hard. It took me almost 7 months to get myself off the ground. It was in October 2014 when I found myself applying for a yoga work-study at a well-known yoga studio here in chocolate city. It was also October when Scars was officially published– my art adorning the cover, and in my mailbox. In November, I was granted the yoga work-study and has since lost about 20 of those 40 pounds!
And whaddaya know, January came and I had a solo exhibition. What my yoga practice, therapy, and creating again has taught me: NEVER give up. That job didn’t give me worth, it propelled me in to my purpose. I could had done so much… I was considering it too but you know what, karma has this way of exposing the truth. The divine has this way of making sure things roll in their natural order. I am not saying that this establishment should be left off the hook, but I should no longer seek for these kind of people to care about me, my being black, my feelings, nor my art. Let this experience of mine help nourish cultural elevation, and valuing oneself. I now know, that I will mobilize with in my community, that I will give my business to those with in my community, I will actively seek allies that are familiar with black and brown oppressions and build with them, and I will place value in black artistry, black curation, and black galleries. There is value in being black and having an experience like mines.
I am really saying my peace here y’all, crying. Yo’, I was afraid to write this… But nah, this is as real and as trill as it got for me in 2014. I am still trucking, and surprisingly, still growing.
asterisk* for the sake of hiding the identities of people involved.