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@viennaenosarts
My male friends, I have a couple genuine questions for you:
When someone curses at you and calls you out your name and says things either threatening bodily harm on you or telling you things like “suck my dick”, #1 does it happen to you every time you are out in public, how often does it happen? and #2 whenever it does happen, how do you feel afterward, does it bother you at all? Also please share this, I’m trying to see something.
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Ok here is the full intro to I Adore Mi Amor....I couldn't resist. Haha #art #music #música #colormebadd #iadoremiamor #adore #amor #love #cover #singing #vocals #viennaenos #acapella #harmonies #perfectpitch #audacity https://www.instagram.com/p/BpPamLYAh8b/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=drz1tfuu6ccp
Sometimes it's 2am and I just wanna recreate the lovely harmonies of Color Me Badd. #art #music #música #singing #acapella #musicaldoodles #cover #viennaenos https://www.instagram.com/p/BpKLkwqgohB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1l3xkxtdqrm9n
Throwback to when I first watched the Stellar Awards and Destiny's Child performed Say Yes with Michelle Williams...I sat up in a room and played around trying to recreate their beautiful harmonies. I am clearing out files from my old computer and found this. #art #music #música #sayyes #whenjesussayyes #nobodycansayno #destinyschild #michellewilliams #kellyrowland #beyonce #beyoncé #stellarawards #gospel #gospelmusic #singing #vocal #viennaenos #harmonies #harmony #acapella https://www.instagram.com/p/BnXH-x9FTj7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13jiy3d1jft3v
Who remembers what grammy performance this is from? My best friend challenged me to learn and then cover this, and so I am doing just that.
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Isaac Lit’s Recital Showcase Poster 2016 Photoshop (8.5 x 11 in) 21.59 x 27.94 cm Jazz drummer and my friend, Isaac asked me to design the poster for his recital during our senior year at NYU Steinhardt. He wanted it to be a parody of the movie Whiplash, so that’s what I gave him.
Belford Mural 2017 Oil on Sheetrock Wall size unknown This was my first commission, less than 6 months after graduating. I was making some huge changes to myseslf at this time and it felt good to paint again, in a way that I had forgoten. It was an honor to paint for this family and be welcomed into their home to make art for them.
Fem In Me Official Poster 2018 Colored Pencil & Photoshop (8.5 x 11 in) 21.59 x 27.94 cm Recent BFA graduate grad and my dear friend Zeborah aka Marcus (first drag queen to perform in and win NYU Ultraviolet in NYU history! ) asked me to design the poster for his senior show at NYU Tisch, Fem In Me.
Back yet again!
Sorry for being inactive for such a while. After a while of more moving around, I was finally able to sign my first lease. I’ve been in my own apartment since the end of December. It was not at all easy but I’ve reached a comfortable place at last. I work full time at one of the oldest and one of the two black owned comic book stores in Philly that I have frequented since like age 12, and I love it there! I am about to start a second job, delivering on my bike for Insomnia Cookies. I am working toward paying my loan debt and am feeling more creative again as well as getting commissions. Life is starting to look up one year after graduation when I really didn’t think it would. Today I’m grateful. Now for more art! Also, I made a comedy page so you can have a laugh at the things me and my bosses at the comic book say to each other. Please follow it! didyouevers.tumblr.com
I love these mashups so much, I had to make one :p
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I give you a musical sketch. This is the beginnings of a big project, but for now, this is what I give you! All 4 voice parts are me. This is the only vocal section of the Lacrymosa that Mozart completed before dying. His requiem was later finished by other composers, but this is as far as he got. Keep in mind I've had a cold and this is a rough establishment of the notes. I listened to each voice part only once and then tried to replicate it. Enjoy!
it’s been quite a long hiatus, but I’m back. I will fill you in, but for now, here’s something new. I have a nasty cold that’s getting slightly better. I now have a new microphone and am testing it out...honestly was too excited to wait until my cold was over. So consider this a musical doodle if you will. Enjoy!
Paint and sing with me Bob Ross style! https://www.younow.com/BedroomKaraoke/173284223/39231347/43dbb73v/b/November-30,-2017
They tell you about the kid who graduates from college while homeless, but you don’t get to hear about what happens after graduation.
You don’t hear about the panic that comes with graduation week, which should be a happy time. I was about to be the first person in my family to finish high school and the first person in my family to go to/finish college with a BFA. I got a full scholarship to NYU, and I was extremely lucky and grateful. I come from a family of 4 with an income that is about 10,000 dollars below poverty line. My dad’s been addicted to drugs since before I was born, and by the time I was a toddler my mom had been beyond fed up with his shit and she began physically, verbally, and emotionally abusing me while my dad was being neglectful to the point where I had to help wipe his bottom or help him get into his bed. They also physically, verbally, and emotionally abused each other. This only got worse and then the summer after my freshman year I returned home to Philly and tried to put my dad in rehab when he was so fucked up he was stuffing his poop into the bathroom sink and trying to beat my mom up while hallucinating. His insurance couldn’t cover rehab, and our house became so infested with bedbugs at the time that all the furniture had to be taken away. I had no bed anymore. I tried sleeping on the floor, but the bedbugs were in the rug and bit me from my forehead to my toes. I couldn’t be the kid that infested an NYU dorm of 200-1200 people with bedbugs, and the violence of my parents was so much to handle, I packed up and told them I officially couldn’t live there anymore. I’d gotten hit by a car that following summer, the second day into my summer job and I had broken bones and a broken bike, with all my stuff in storage. I was homeless in NYC with 7 cents to my name, and stuck limping around sleeping in buildings where I wouldn’t get caught or sleeping on a friend’s couch. By senior year I had agreed to pay $200 a month to live with my best friend in his mom’s basement back in Philly once I graduated. He started being irresponsible in spring and his mom said she didn’t want to have another person in the house. He tried to persuade her and the week of graduation day, he finally said that she said yes again, but now I had to pay $400 a month. I was working multiple jobs each semester to pay my bursar and feed myself because meal plans were expensive, but I saved 200 dollars and made a collective 200 from family members upon graduating, so I would give her that while I looked for a job. Now my brother, who offered to take me home but couldn’t afford to rent a car and didn’t have one, couldn’t take me to Philly after graduating, so I had to scramble around looking for a ride back to Philadelphia. I rode the Chinatown bus home from college, and my boyfriend’s mom put my stuff in her truck with my boyfriend’s stuff. He rode the bus home with me. The night before I was supposed to pack up and move my best friend told me there was no floor in the basement, so I couldn’t move in yet. Yes, the night before I was supposed to come live with him. Now I had nowhere to stay. I’ve moved several times, dragging my stuff with me, staying a few nights here, a couple weeks here, a month there, ever since graduating. I carry my diploma around with me in a tote and my clothes in bags. I literally have not been settled anywhere yet since graduating. I’ve done odd jobs like scenic carpentry for a month long theatre festival known as the Philly Fringe fest. Now I’ve finally started working at a place I love and looking for a second job, but it’s gong to take a while before I can actually afford my own place, and student loans are about to be due. So much more had gone wrong but this is the short version. No one tells you about the PTSD or the inability to feel safe or stable anywhere after you almost get arrested for sleeping in a train station, you get sexually harassed at homeless shelters’ entrances by old men, or after you continuously have to leave a place and adjust to a completely new set of people and household rules.
You have to adjust to new spaces, new people, their hangups and demands for you, and their hygiene. One friend I stayed with never cleaned and had bugs and mice, and most of the time the mattress he had was flipped up on the wall in his music studio. The next family I’m with isn’t mine, and I only have a month to be here. It’s something but it hurts that I’m liking it here and I’m gonna have to leave yet again. It’s hard to plan for a budget for food or storage or work commute when you’re always changing spaces. My boyfriend and I have nowhere to be intimate or alone and we can’t afford to live together. He doesn’t know how to help so he says nothing, and I feel bad that nearly every time we talk I fill him in on where I’m staying and it stresses him out. My brother is states away and does what he can by paying me when I help him make music. We’re mixed race so any relatives around my area also happen to be classist and sexist and racist, so I wouldn’t be safe or allowed to stay with them. I’m constantly anxious and have trouble believing it when I’m not.
I feel so alone and like a complete failure because I graduated, but to what? All my problems came rushing back at me and now more than ever when I thought life would get easier, it feels harder than it’s ever been. It’s hard enough dealing with not being in school for the first time ever and not knowing what to look forward to, but it’s even harder when you don’t have a stable place to put your head at night, a closet to keep your clothes in, internet to reach people with, or any real consistent support system. I’m really hoping this diploma eventually starts being worth my while.
This one is for the self-identifying beta males. I would like to say to boys/men who haven't sexually assaulted a girl/woman but found yourself time and time again near a stranger or acquaintance and the first thing you start worrying about is being not good enough to talk to her because of how she looks, even though you haven't touched this woman, that mindset is still toxic for you both. It is still part of the culture that objectifies women and looks at our bodies as commodities to be entitled to, and our sexual attention as a status booster. I know you may not directly think of it in those terms, but it feeds into that same entitlement that allows the men like Harvey Weinstein to harass and assault us. It's the same entitlement that leads men who feel more confident in the arbitrary checklist of their body to vocally address their arbitrary checklist of mine and grope or follow me on the street. It's the same entitlement that allows boys to rape us. It's that "girlfriend zone" we immediately get put into, being rated on a scale of 1-10 like show dogs, while remarks are passed about who would like to sleep with us, not even knowing if we have a place of our own to sleep. The truth is, I've known too many a male friend or lover who will still participate in those discussions knowing these women are perfect strangers, people who are "taken", gay, or rape victims themselves, and while these boys might stress feeling like those women are "out of their league" to actually pursue, they are still talking about what they'd like to do to her and how hot her body is. I'm beyond tired of this paradigm that places people as their genitalia, secondary sex characteristics, skin colors, acne levels, hair, and height first. Even if you have never touched an non-consenting woman you barely know because don't think you're enough of "the attractive type of man" to, if you're spending extra time focusing on how hot her body is and how likely she is to sleep with you upon first sight, you're part of the problem. Check yourselves and your friends. If you find yourself here, don't waste your energy being guilty or beating yourself up. Expose yourselves to women. Really expose yourselves to depictions of women that aren't the capitalist norm. Take some nude drawing classes.Talk to girls without the association that talking to girls also means "trying to pick up" girls. Talk to us as people, as friends. Be unwilling to pursue us because you don't know our lives, or because chances are us not wanting to sleep with you doesn't have to do with you but it has to do with us just trying to walk down the street/ride the train/make money/get through school for at least one day without being treated as meat in a market. Allow yourselves to be emotionally vulnerable and physically affectionate (hugs, leaning on, holding hands) with male friends. Women do it all the time, and guess what? It doesn't mean we're gay. We have other outlets for that vulnerability and it's not pent up waiting to only be shared with the opposite sex in a romantic/sexual relationship. Remember that you alone are deserving enough of respect no matter how you look and whether you get the attention of 0 or 30 women. Claro? Grazi.
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Isaiah Price
2012 graphite pencil on sketchbook paper (8.5 x 11 in) 21.59 x 27.94 cm
the love of my life for 5 years and still going strong
Happy 36th birthday to Beyoncé Giselle Knowles Carter! You are an inspiration everywhere, especially to black girls with big dreams. You’re a fabulous singer, writer, dancer, composer, a hard worker, a talent, a savvy business woman, an entrepreneur, a creative genius, an so much more. Since I was 8 you’ve also been a great inspiration to me musically. Here is a cover of I Care that I did back in the winter.
