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- Enduring Spirit
Columbia Museum of Art | May 2016-17 I was born a long long time ago in Anniston, Al. I was raised in a family of former share croppers from the deepest regions of Georgia. My mother, the oldest of ten children and the family, was uprooted by my grandfather in a move that relocated the family to Anniston, Al. My family until approximately 50 years were largely uneducated beyond grade school. My mother left school like her sibling, in the third grade and used that and common sense to educate two of her three children. She, like her sisters, spent most of her life as a domestic worker in the homes of both southern and northern white families. My grandfather and his sons performed many different jobs as skilled but low paid worker. Most of the males in the family struggled one time or another with weekend alcohol addiction but for the most part took care of their families. Growing up in Alabama in the household and neighborhood where I lived was a complex and difficult endeavor. We were poor but not destitute. I never went without food or clothing. My environment was a small community of poor black surrounded by Jim Crowe on all sides. Growing up in Alabama with the racism and the poverty would have and did destroy many Black families. I was lucky. I was never alone or unprotected. I was always surrounded by strength and determination. My grandmother, my aunts and later my sisters were women of great strength that watched the children in our community with a protective blanket that kept most of the monsters away until we came of age and could invite the demons in ourselves. My friends and I were watched night and day by a community that valued us long before they could explain their feelings. I lived in the present of great strength and fortitude. It was always around me. These were the people that shaped my growth and created the solid foundation that supported my journey as I walked the path looking for a life that they always taught me was mine. Their spirit influenced me, molded me and and picked me up when I stumbled. So as I was searching for just the right titled for probably my most important exhibition, I looked back to those days when I was surrounded by the protective umbrella of a strong extended family. As it has always happened in the past, the incredible memories of their lives and commitment to family reminded me of who I was and how in spite of the odds, manage to reach one of the high points of my profession. I chose the title Enduring Spirit. It is important to note that in choosing this concept, I was careful not to add the “s” as in “Enduring Spirits.” The title was meant as a tribute to the individual perseverance of the many women and men who took responsibility for the life that was offered to them and struggled to pass a legacy of struggle and resistances down to their children. Enduring Spirit was never meant to be a testament to any religious doctrine. It explores the strength of my past that has informed my present and gave me the wisdom to prepare a future for those that I love.. The tall eight foot piece on the long wall is a part of that series. Whereas, the completed exhibition is based in the concept of unrelenting struggles against the terrible overwhelming pressure to survive, these drawings I think express this point unapologetically. This exhibition lives my live, speaks my truth, and talks of the many battles,and wounds that a life time committed to trying to do the right thing for others and my family has etched in my mind and spirit. When my mother taught a lesson, it was for life.
- Dreaming In Real Time
Dreams And Reality: The Long Journey Back Home Leaving Africa was never in the plan. Having traveled to Nigeria in 1980 on the wings of what surely must have been one of God’s angels temporarily on loan to me, we spent seven years living and working at Ahmadu Bellow University in Zaria, Kaduna State, Nigeria. It was one of the most enlightening periods of my life. As an artist, it was a seven year teachable moment. As a Black man, it was the most uplifting time of my life. Walking on the paths of the ancestors put an addictive bounce in my strive that living the passed 30 odd years in the United States has never come close to extinguishing. Our life was Africa and we relished every minute of it. Unfortunately, life, fate, chance, or whatever term suits your fancy, necessitated our returned to the United States in 1987 where my roots were replanted in the depleted soil of my birth place until the present. During that period I lost a mother, a sister grandmother, uncles, aunts, many friends and my wife. the most beloved influence in my life. My wife died in 2004, leaving me with two daughters that I was yet to understand who they were then and would become in the future. Looking back, I realize that my wife left me a road map on how to deal with two wonderful daughters. Loving them truly saved my life time and time again. The thought of leaving them has quite often help me to survive the many challenges that has threatened my physical self numerous times in the past. The power of my love for them has strengthened my resolve to fight just one more day. It has been 16 years of challenges and I am still here counting. Dreams: Almost 2 Years ago, I was diagnosed with lung cancer and would be scheduled for surgery. I was lucky enough to have my eldest daughter home who had been working in China for the previous three years and had just returned home to give birth to her third boy. I believe firmly that having her home was the blessing that ensured my survival. My youngest played the same role when I had the triple bypass surgery. Due to the pandemic and China’s policies, she decided not to return to China. As it turned out, she was offered employment in The Gambia, the home of her husband. Reality: After a short thirty day visit in 2019, I began to plan my trip to The Gambia. The result of all the planning is a beautifully designed three story building that will house a storefront on the ground floor, a three bedroom apartment on the second that will be rental ready for incoming traveler, and a full artist live work studio space on the top floor that is to be used part-time by yours truly. I will probably occupy it for six to eight months per year. The remaining time will be reserved for artist wishing to research The Gambian culture and lifestyle artistically, physically or spiritually. The building is located right in the middle of a striving Gambian community. Artist will be in a position to dine, socialize, and interact with Gambians right in their own compound on any level that is appropriate and respectful. Below are some of the images that I have been privileged to observe. As you scan through them, remember that modern technology only play a small role here. Simply put, old fashion hard work and the skills of experienced trained artisan is the driving force in every one of these photographs.
Award of Merit at Artfields 2015 I like to think that I am a very modest man who seldom takes the time to blow his own horn. I was raised this way by the woman that this drawing pays tribute to. My mother was a great lady, strong and true with a deep seated believe in the goodness of people. Armed with a third grade education, but blessed with insight and vision, her life was spent trying to do the best for all the people that she knew. Her greatest wish was to see one of her children began the tradition of attending the college of their choice and setting the educational standards for her family. She paved the way for her only son to begin this incredible journey. She would have been proud of this award and would have seen it as a great honor to have been selected as a person of merit. She believed in me long before I would know what that really meant. Well Mom, your hard work paid off. This family tradition that was so important to you is firmly in place. Thank you for all of the patience that you showed me all those years ago. I love you and miss you. You are remembered and you would be happy to know that you live on in your grand children. Sometimes I Felt Like I Didn't Have No Life" | Oil On Canvas | 30"x36"
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VIEW ALL ITEMS IN THE SHOP Free shipping on open and giclee prints On Sale Quick View Gic: The Resurrection of X Regular Price $300.00 Sale Price $240.00 Quick View Gic Aunt Sara Price $300.00 Quick View Origin Mother Africa, What's Happening To Your Children Price $18,000.00 Quick View Original Mind Explosion Price $5,500.00 Quick View Original Feel The Spirit Price $25,000.00 Quick View Original Enough Price $16,000.00 Quick View Original Mask In Black And Gray Price $4,500.00 Quick View Original Just A Pirate By Nature Price $5,000.00 Quick View Original Obama And the Struggle Against The Void Price $15,000.00 Quick View Time We Started Home 2 Price $300.00 Quick View Original Backache Price $14,000.00 Quick View Original Bulls Eye (Homeless) Price $9,000.00 Quick View Original Target Price $15,000.00 Quick View Burden Price $13,000.00 Quick View Original I Ain't Nobodies Bi#$h Price $7,000.00 Quick View Ori Water! Water! Always Water Price $16,000.00
- Land Here | tyronegeter
WELCOME TO MY WEBSITE AT TYRONEGETER.COM JAMBANJELLY, THE GAMBIA ENTER Notes On My Process When I was a student, my favorite artists were Charles White, Henry O, Tanner, Thomas Eakins, DaVinci, Goya, Van Gogh to name a few. Each one taught me a specific lesson. This recyling thing deals a lots with Tanner and Eakins. I am sure that everyone knows that Tanner before he was force to move to France, had been fortunate enough to study with the great American Artist and teacher, Thomas Eakins. Legend has it that in one class as Tanner was working on one of his paintings, Eakins strolled by stopped and pointed to a particular section indicating that it was very successful and it show great promise. Tanner for weeks never touched that section again. The next time that Eakins visited Tanner's painting, He was very angry that Tanner had not touched that section again, and simply stated "Make it better or make it worse." There is non middle ground. When I look at one of my incomplete pieces, that is the thing that pops into my head. Most of the time I will revisit that piece. This was also the response that John Coltrane gave that connects back to Tanner and Eakins. When Trane was asked why he played "These Are A few of favorite things" sometime thirty minutes and the next time for ten minutes, he just stated "I play it until I get it all out." Peace in art.
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Collages Quick View Black Mail, Black Ball, Black Cat, Black Man Price $15,000.00 Quick View The Road To Freedom Starts With The First Backward Step Price $18,000.00 Quick View Original Enough Price $16,000.00 Quick View Original Just A Pirate By Nature Price $5,000.00 Quick View Original Obama And the Struggle Against The Void Price $15,000.00 Quick View Original Backache Price $14,000.00 Quick View Original Bulls Eye (Homeless) Price $9,000.00 Quick View Ori Alone In Someone Else's Crowd Price $18,000.00 Quick View Ori Until I Was Taught Price $18,000.00 Quick View Original The Strength of Millions Price $7,000.00 Quick View Original Two Bits, Four Bits Price $8,500.00 Quick View Ori My Soul Looked Back In Wonder Price $7,500.00 Quick View The Good Lord Done Give Me Wings But My People Taught Me To Fly Price $20,000.00