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Journal- Notations from Gridville 11/ 22/2020

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Notation from Gridville "The Poets Journey" Notation From Gridville "Conflict From the Inside Out"  

Before Winter 10.2020

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Before Winter  journal.10.2020

Will peace find a way?

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"Kenosha 2020" This piece was made during the demonstrations and subsequent violence  in Kenosha on August 23 2020.   

Self portrait with other selves

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Self Portrait with other selves Notations from Gridville- 10/12/2020 In the year of Isolation and social distancing  Travels to other places I am not alone.  

Pandemic landscapes

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While listening to Brian Eno   

Walk, Bike or Drive By Gallery

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A few years ago I started working with MAX/MSP as a way to create, combine and mediate photo images created over time.  A month ago Propp Jones Studio and Anchor Press, Paper and Print (formerly The Center for Collaborative Research ) began sharing a space that will function as our public gallery. All our activities will be shared on our screen. This is being done to respect safe distancing mandates to help prevent the spread of Covid-19.   The projections will be visible on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday from 7 till 10 pm, next door to Dakini Healing Arts at 5603 7th Ave, Kenosha WI 53140 Love One Another- Notations from Gridville  Projection - 9/2020 D. Jones © 2020 

In this time of chaos, protests and murders

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  8/29/20 A time of chaos, of protests, murders of   black men and women at the hands of over zealous police, protests, riots, COVID-19, a president who sows chaos and encourages discord amongst citizens, it all becomes disheartening, and another call to march, to protest mistreatment, racial hatred, bigotry, and on and on. I am tired and angry that yet another Black man has lost his life, and the calls and protests fall of deaf ears. I hear the response; We will study the situation and   get back to you or We will form a committee…   I realized that if I were Black this would most likely be my reality- where everyday there would be the very possibility of some   sort of slight- a look, a gesture- or the taking of my life, my freedom, my ability to move about unencumbered. Every fucking moment. That would be exhausting, frustrating and in time would either bring resignation, sadness and anger-   I see and feel both now. And part of the populat...