Of Christians and Disciples: An original poem by Angelique Henderson
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www.AngeliqueHenderson.com - PLEASE READ ME: I wrote, filmed, and edited the video for this poem between 11pm and 4am one day last week. I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is welcome. - Love Angelique Henderson
Black History Month: A Poem is Not Enough by Angelique Henderson
This is an original poem that I recited for a kickoff event at Harvard University in honor of Black History Month. I was definitely extremely passionate about writing and reciting it as it's something near and dear to my heart.
Show Me the Way
Hi... Please Enjoy this youtube I made of my song "Show Me the Way." The song is actually about Music itself... and about trying to figure out how to be with the passion of good Music "in the world."
Read moreThe Emerald Forest — By I. L. Janai-Ami
The Emerald Forest
36 x 60, Oil on Canvas
Toluca Lake, CA
Copyright 2003 Janai-Ami
www. Janai-Ami. net
Debut Exhibition at the Don O 'Melveny Gallery - March 1, 2003
Charity Auction for the Wellness Community L.A. (Supporting Cancer Patients & Their Families) -
The Beverly Wilshire Hotel, Beverly Hills, California - March 2003
Private Collection, Beverly Hills, California
The Morning of March 1, 2003
I received a call from Don at the Don O'Melveny Gallery on Melrose Avenue in West Hollywood a few days earlier. 'Did I have any paintings for him that I might want to show - they were having a gallery opening of contemporary art work and he really wanted to include a piece of my work.' I agreed to put The Emerald Forest into the show. On the morning of the show, as I stepped out of the shower, my mind was on the fact that President Bush was about to lead us into war in Iraq. Would there be retaliation, as had been suggested by the media - perhaps even here on U.S. soil. Were there really any weapons of mass destruction? Why did U.S. servicemen need to go overseas and die - was this really our war? What would Sadaam Hussein do in retaliation? I sat on the edge of my bed where I kept a pencil to scribble down whatever words popped into my consciousness. It was a poem, and I typed it up and placed it next to The Emerald Forest to take with me to the Gallery. At that moment, the telephone rang and it was my older sister.
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