Maya Angelou Painting
How can you paint a series of STRONG WOMEN and NOT include Maya Angelou? You can’t, you just can’t! She was fierce, strong, smart and her words very powerful. Wouldn’t you have loved to have been friends with her?
My previous ‘strong’ women have been perhaps physically strong, some were imagined, but Maya was real and all heart and soul and a role model to so many. To me, she embodied what it means to be a strong woman, she was smart, persevered, and carried herself with style & grace.
She is painted in black,blue and white. With an abstract teal, orange and tan background.
She gave voice to so many, hard to believe that at one time she did not speak… Though one of my favorite poems from her is The Caged Bird, the verse from Still I Rise was calling to me. So apropos these days. This is painted in a much looser and organic style than some of my previous ‘Famous Portraits’, but the message is still the same: you have everything you need inside of you… Use it!
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
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Peace and love,