Oscar 2016 Winners

February 29 / 16

Hello….Good Morning! Most of you guys probably didn’t see the Oscars last night. I saw bits and pieces, but I did get to see who won Best Supporting Actor, Director, Best Actor, Best Actress, Best Picture, and so on. Here are the winners for the main awards….


BEST ACTOR – Leonardo DiCaprio, The Revenant (finally!)
BEST ACTRESS – Brie Larson, Room
BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR – Mark Rylance, Bridge of Spies
BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS – Alicia Vikander, The Danish Girl
BEST DIRECTOR – Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, The Revenant
BEST PICTURE – Spotlight


If you want to know what other awards were given, go to Enjoy your Monday….be blessed!









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Scene Weekend: Silver Scream Fest 2016

February 27 / 16

Good Evening friends….I found this festival last night and for those of you who are horror fans, this should be a treat. Read on…..

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March 4 – 6, 2016
Roxy 14
85 Santa Rosa Ave, Santa Rosa CA 95404

Welcome to the first annual awards-based competition calling for both films and comics! Famous Monsters has partnered with the Santa Rosa Entertainment Group to seek out the next generation of great genre filmmakers in order to share their creations with the world!

Designed to discover new talent, unite the entertainment community, and encourage genre conversation, the annual SILVER SCREAM FILM & COMIC FESTIVAL is a three-day event comprised of film screenings, award ceremonies, social gatherings, and celebratory parties.

SILVER SCREAM FILM & COMIC FESTIVAL is now accepting feature and short length films, animations, screenplays, and comic book or graphic novel submissions.


Rick Baker – The man responsible for the amazing makeup effects for An American Werewolf in London, who won an Oscar for the film, has been around in Hollywood for decades. Baker has worked his makeup magic in other films such as Harry and the Henderson’s, The Incredible Shrinking Woman, including Michael Jackson’s Thriller video.


John Landis – This is the dude who directed the comedy-horror cult classic An American Werewolf in London, Landis also directed National Lampoon’s Animal House, Coming to America, and let’s not forget, Michael Jackson’s Thriller.


David Naughton – Remember him as David Kessler in An American Werewolf in London? I sure do! Naughton has been in film and tv, including Hot Dog….The Movie, My Sister Sam, MacGuyver, JAG, or you might also remember him in a few Dr. Pepper commercials.


Bela Lugosi Jr. – Yep…he’s the son of the legendary actor who became Count Dracula. He’s an attorney practising entertainment, intellectual property, licensing and business law. As President of Lugosi Enterprises, Lugosi has kept his father’s legacy alive.


Robert Englund – Freddie Kruger…..Englund has become an icon for his role in Wes Craven’s Nightmare on Elm Street. Let’s not forget the tv series V, he was the friendly alien remember? Besides acting, Englund has been busy with voice-over work, directing and as well as a few other projects.


Heather Langenkamp – Name sounds familiar…..come on she played Nancy Thompson….Nightmare On Elm Street? Langenkamp has been in working the Hollywood circuit for a long time, not only in acting, but directing and documentary filmmaking. She and her husband own the makeup F/X company, AFX Studio.


Other guests include:
  • Darick Robertson
  • Rob Prior
  • Eric Keyes
  • Walter Walsh
  • Kevin Burns


A tribute to Wes Cravenfilms, and more!



For those living in the Santa Rosa area, go to to see if you can still get tickets to this event.

Have a safe and blessed weekend my creative peeps!




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Reflections: Keeping Black History Alive

February 26 / 16 

Hello! February is winding down and it’s time to reflect. I’ve decided to this with poems. Poems always reflect what the poet is saying. They are writing from a place of experience, a place of pure emotions and letting the reader know their story. I think I’ve said this before, this generation and the next generation need to know what our ancestors went through for us. How we are able to vote, to speak, to get the best education, the jobs…..we have our ancestors to thank for that and I want future generations to see that as well. Here a few poems to reflect on Black History….enjoy your Friday and be blessed.


On Liberty and Slavery


Alas! and am I born for this,
   To wear this slavish chain?
Deprived of all created bliss,
   Through hardship, toil and pain!
How long have I in bondage lain,
   And languished to be free!
Alas! and must I still complain—
   Deprived of liberty.
Oh, Heaven! and is there no relief
   This side the silent grave—
To soothe the pain—to quell the grief
   And anguish of a slave?
Come Liberty, thou cheerful sound,
   Roll through my ravished ears!
Come, let my grief in joys be drowned,
   And drive away my fears.
Say unto foul oppression, Cease:
   Ye tyrants rage no more,
And let the joyful trump of peace,
   Now bid the vassal soar.
Soar on the pinions of that dove
   Which long has cooed for thee,
And breathed her notes from Afric’s grove,
   The sound of Liberty.
Oh, Liberty! thou golden prize,
   So often sought by blood—
We crave thy sacred sun to rise,
   The gift of nature’s God!
Bid Slavery hide her haggard face,
   And barbarism fly:
I scorn to see the sad disgrace
   In which enslaved I lie.
Dear Liberty! upon thy breast,
   I languish to respire;
And like the Swan unto her nest,
   I’d like to thy smiles retire.
Oh, blest asylum—heavenly balm!
   Unto thy boughs I flee—
And in thy shades the storm shall calm,
   With songs of Liberty!

For My People


For my people everywhere singing their slave songs
     repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues
     and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an
     unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an
     unseen power;
For my people lending their strength to the years, to the
    gone years and the now years and the maybe years,
    washing ironing cooking scrubbing sewing mending
    hoeing plowing digging planting pruning patching
    dragging along never gaining never reaping never
    knowing and never understanding;
For my playmates in the clay and dust and sand of Alabama
    backyards playing baptizing and preaching and doctor
    and jail and soldier and school and mama and cooking
    and playhouse and concert and store and hair and
    Miss Choomby and company;
For the cramped bewildered years we went to school to learn
    to know the reasons why and the answers to and the
    people who and the places where and the days when, in
    memory of the bitter hours when we discovered we
    were black and poor and small and different and nobody
    cared and nobody wondered and nobody understood;
For the boys and girls who grew in spite of these things to
    be man and woman, to laugh and dance and sing and
    play and drink their wine and religion and success, to
    marry their playmates and bear children and then die
    of consumption and anemia and lynching;
For my people thronging 47th Street in Chicago and Lenox
    Avenue in New York and Rampart Street in New
    Orleans, lost disinherited dispossessed and happy
    people filling the cabarets and taverns and other
    people’s pockets and needing bread and shoes and milk and
    land and money and something—something all our own;
For my people walking blindly spreading joy, losing time
     being lazy, sleeping when hungry, shouting when
     burdened, drinking when hopeless, tied, and shackled
     and tangled among ourselves by the unseen creatures
     who tower over us omnisciently and laugh;
For my people blundering and groping and floundering in
     the dark of churches and schools and clubs
     and societies, associations and councils and committees and
     conventions, distressed and disturbed and deceived and
     devoured by money-hungry glory-craving leeches,
     preyed on by facile force of state and fad and novelty, by
     false prophet and holy believer;
For my people standing staring trying to fashion a better way
    from confusion, from hypocrisy and misunderstanding,
    trying to fashion a world that will hold all the people,
    all the faces, all the adams and eves and their countless generations;
Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born. Let a
    bloody peace be written in the sky. Let a second
    generation full of courage issue forth; let a people
    loving freedom come to growth. Let a beauty full of
    healing and a strength of final clenching be the pulsing
    in our spirits and our blood. Let the martial songs
    be written, let the dirges disappear. Let a race of men now
    rise and take control.

In Memoriam: Martin Luther King, Jr.


honey people murder mercy U.S.A.
the milkland turn to monsters teach
to kill to violate pull down destroy
the weakly freedom growing fruit
from being born
tomorrow yesterday rip rape
exacerbate despoil disfigure
crazy running threat the
deadly thrall
appall belief dispel
the wildlife burn the breast
the onward tongue
the outward hand
deform the normal rainy
riot sunshine shelter wreck
of darkness derogate
delimit blank
explode deprive
assassinate and batten up
like bullets fatten up
the raving greed
reactivate a springtime
death by men by more
than you or I can
They sleep who know a regulated place
or pulse or tide or changing sky
according to some universal
stage direction obvious
like shorewashed shells
we share an afternoon of mourning
in between no next predictable
except for wild reversal hearse rehearsal
bleach the blacklong lunging
ritual of fright insanity and more
deplorable abortion
more and

American History


Those four black girls blown up
in that Alabama church
remind me of five hundred
middle passage blacks,
in a net, under water
in Charleston harbor
so redcoats wouldn’t find them.
Can’t find what you can’t see
can you?

The African Burial Ground


They came as Congo, Guinea, & Angola,
   feet tuned to rhythms of a thumb piano.
      They came to work fields of barley & flax,
livestock, stone & slab, brick & mortar,
   to make wooden barrels, some going
      from slave to servant & half-freeman.
They built tongue & groove— wedged
   into their place in New Amsterdam.
      Decades of seasons changed the city
from Dutch to York, & dream-footed
   hard work rattled their bones.
      They danced Ashanti. They lived
& died. Shrouded in cloth, in cedar
   & pine coffins, Trinity Church
      owned them in six & a half acres
of sloping soil. Before speculators
   arrived grass & weeds overtook
      what was most easily forgotten,
& tannery shops drained there.
   Did descendants & newcomers
      shoulder rock & heave loose gravel
into the landfill before building crews
   came, their guitars & harmonicas
      chasing away ghosts at lunch break?
Soon, footsteps of lower Manhattan
   strutted overhead, back & forth
      between old denials & new arrivals,
going from major to minor pieties,
   always on the go. The click of heels
      the tap of a drum awaking the dead.
Sometimes I think about Great-Uncle Paul who left Tuskegee,
Alabama to become a forester in Oregon and in so doing
became fundamentally white for the rest of his life, except
when he traveled without his white wife to visit his siblings—
now in New York, now in Harlem, USA—just as pale-skinned,
as straight-haired, as blue-eyed as Paul, and black. Paul never told anyone
he was white, he just didn’t say that he was black, and who could imagine,
The siblings in Harlem each morning ensured
no one confused them for anything other than what they were, black.
They were black! Brown-skinned spouses reduced confusion.
Many others have told, and not told, this tale.
When Paul came East alone he was as they were, their brother.
The poet invents heroic moments where the pale black ancestor stands up
on behalf of the race. The poet imagines Great-Uncle Paul
in cool, sagey groves counting rings in redwood trunks,
imagines pencil markings in a ledger book, classifications,
imagines a sidelong look from an ivory spouse who is learning
her husband’s caesuras. She can see silent spaces
but not what they signify, graphite markings in a forester’s code.
Many others have told, and not told, this tale.
The one time Great-Uncle Paul brought his wife to New York
he asked his siblings not to bring their spouses,
and that is where the story ends: ivory siblings who would not
see their brother without their telltale spouses.
Here a poem tells a story, a story about race.

The Slave Auction


The sale began—young girls were there,
   Defenseless in their wretchedness,
Whose stifled sobs of deep despair
   Revealed their anguish and distress.
And mothers stood, with streaming eyes,
   And saw their dearest children sold;
Unheeded rose their bitter cries,
   While tyrants bartered them for gold.
And woman, with her love and truth—
   For these in sable forms may dwell—
Gazed on the husband of her youth,
   With anguish none may paint or tell.
And men, whose sole crime was their hue,
   The impress of their Maker’s hand,
And frail and shrinking children too,
   Were gathered in that mournful band.
Ye who have laid your loved to rest,
   And wept above their lifeless clay,
Know not the anguish of that breast,
   Whose loved are rudely torn away.
Ye may not know how desolate
   Are bosoms rudely forced to part,
And how a dull and heavy weight
   Will press the life-drops from the heart.

Miz Rosa Rides the Bus


That day in December I sat down
by Miss Muffet of Montgomery.
I was myriad-weary. Feets swole
from sewing seams on a filthy fabric;
tired-sore a pedalin’ the rusty Singer;
dingy cotton thread jammed in the eye.
All lifelong I’d slide through century-reams
loathsome with tears. Dreaming my own
It was not like they all say. Miss Liberty Muffet
she didn’t
jump at the sight of me.
Not exactly.
They hauled me
away—a thousand kicking legs pinned down.
The rest of me I tell you—a cloud.
Beautiful trouble on the dead December
horizon. Come to sit in judgment.
How many miles as the Jim Crow flies?
Over oceans and some. I rumbled.
They couldn’t hold me down. Long.
My feets were tired. My eyes were
sore. My heart was raw from hemming
dirty edges of Miss L. Muffet’s garment.
I rode again.
A thousand bloody miles after the Crow flies
that day in December long remembered when I sat down
beside Miss Muffet of Montgomery.
I said—like the joke say—What’s in the bowl, Thief?
I said—That’s your curse.
I said—This my way.
She slipped her frock, disembarked,
settled in the suburbs, deaf, mute, lewd, and blind.
The bowl she left behind. The empty bowl mine.
The spoiled dress.
Jim Crow dies and ravens come with crumbs.
They say—Eat and be satisfied.
I fast and pray and ride.

__________ my loved blacknesses & some blacknesses I knew


especially the rarest kind / or the kind named Priscilla G & not drowning
in bleach cream / creamy spin / but spinning blades on a black Nina
gunship in the gargantuan ghetto / not killing & maiming my brothers & potential
husbands / when the working mothers give up & when they do not
& when boys in their mad survivalist tactics
want a movie sex parade / silk-edging their sweaty fists in 30 watt lit basements
just because / death switch of a future /
none of that has to do with any kind of blackness or a crazed horizon
in the plumed summers of Los Angeles wherein television reenactments of real
fathers didn’t occur enough for news sidebars / but more than generally believed /
they showed up to dailiness / cash in hand but as the school year revved up
the rest of the madness had nowhere to hide / ballooned horizon /
chemical concerns / fire up the blue turbines / fire up
unconscious intention plus the acne of ignorance / on the city’s glittery filth façade
but not because of blackness / not for me /
when I would get home sometimes there might be food
sometimes just blackness I could live on / which I love
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Scene Wednesday: CORE Call for Entries

Scene Wednesday: CORE Call for Entries

February 24 / 16

Hello and Good Morning! As you know, I’m always on the hunt for opportunities to pass along to you guys. Just one post to share today and that is for CORE New Art Space. Read on….


(cred: CORE New Art Space)


Call For Entries

This show is for all the Marcel Duchamps, the Robert Rauschenbergs and Jasper Johns of the world, artists who rearrange, re-glue, re-engineer, or repurpose ready made materials of a non-precious nature into works of art. 2-D and 3-D artists are encouraged to apply. Dumpster-diving is not required but being a visionary able to re-imagine materials intended for one purpose into another is highly preferred.

Images – Minimum: 1, Maximum: 3, if 3-D you may submit 2 shots per piece


Theresa Clowes has been exploring the properties of textiles for more than 20 years. In addition to being a professional artist, she is also an experienced teacher. Clowes was a Senior Instructor at Colorado Academy for 10 years and is currently the Chair of Fine Arts and Art Education at Rocky Mountain College of Art + Design (RMCAD). Her artwork incorporates juxtapositions: textiles and architecture, ephemeral fabric and discarded objects, translucency and opaqueness. Her work was recently exhibited locally at the Buell Theater, Vertigo Art Space and Edge Gallery and nationally in Kansas City, Detroit, Houston, Aspen, and Portland, Oregon. She is also a founding member of TANK Studios.

Judging the work will rely on overall impact, content, composition and mastery of techniques. Attention to creativity and craftsmanship is a very important part of this as well. When entering please list all the media used. Consider weight and the fragility of your media if you are mailing your entry.

           Show dates                                       APR 14 – MAY 1
Application end date                        MAR 20
Notification of acceptance                MAR 25
All work MUST arrive at CORE     APR 6
Artist reception                                APR 15 6-9

REQUIREMENTS: Art must be completely dry. Wall and suspended art must have suitable means for hanging. NO SAWTOOTH HANGERS. Standing art must be stable. Set-up diagram must accompany multiple pieces and installation art. All art must remain in place for the duration of the show.

SALES: CORE charges a 30% commission plus tax on art sold. CORE will collect the payment for

artist: however the artist is responsible for terms of any sale. Your payment less the 30% commission will be rebated to your address within 45 days of the close of the show. Art need not be for sale.

LIABILITY: CORE will take all due precautions to protect premises and art. However, CORE is not responsible for loss due to damage, theft, vandalism, or accident. If work is fragile, it is submitted at the artist’s own risk. Artist is responsible for his/her own insurance.


Artists are responsible for safely shipping their art, which must be received by CORE by April 6, 2016. Please keep the holidays in mind when shipping. While some work will be sold during it’s time in the gallery, other work will need to be returned to the artist. For this reason, art must be shipped in reusable boxes and prepaid shipping labels must be included.Local accepted artists may hand deliver their art by appointment only and no later than April 10, 2016 by 4pm.

RETURN SHIPPING/HAND DELIVERY: Any artwork delivered in person or shipped without reusable packaging material or without prepaid shipping label must be retrieved by the artist at the end of the exhibition unless sold. Art must be picked up by 5 p.m. May 1, 2016. After 30 days, art will be considered abandoned. Abandoned artwork will be considered property of the gallery and may be sold to cover storage fees. Please ensure that we have good contact information for you so that we can avoid this situation.



CORE New Art Space
900 Santa Fe Drive
Denver, CO 80204
Gallery Hours: Thursday Noon – 6 p.m.,
Friday Noon – 9 p.m., Saturday Noon – 6 p.m., and Sunday 1 – 4 p.m.
I don’t need to tell you what to do….that is if your interested. Enjoy the rest of your Wednesday….be blessed!
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Creative Close-Up: Conclusion of Music Streaming

Creative Close-Up: Conclusion of Music Streaming

February 23 / 16

Morning! Did everybody enjoy their weekend? I did…in fact, mine was pretty long and it looks like it will come to an end (boo!). Well, it was good while it lasted.

You guys remember when I was talking about music streaming? Well, I’m putting a bit more cents into this. Now we know that all music streaming services have their pros and cons.

Here’s the load down about each….

Apple Music: 3 1/2 stars. The good thing about Apple Music is the sound. It’s clear and crisp, just as I like it. The price of paying $9.99 a month is not that bad. The only thing that bugs me is that my original iTunes Library has been messed with. When you upload your the cds you’ve bought and spent time to build your library up and then to have changed around is frustrating. Then there is iTunes Match which you would have to pay $24.99 per year is a bit much and to be honest, I really don’t want to do that…..yet.

Spotify 4 stars: Again, it’s all about the sound and Spotify has that. If you want to listen to your music without ads, it’s $9.99. The only thing that irks me is that when you listen to the Spotify app on your phone, don’t expect to listen to the whole album or the songs in order. Again, you would have to pay $9.99 for that.

Tidal 3 stars: Lots of talk about this service. Some like it, some hate it. Well I did give it a try with the free trial, but then I cancelled it. For Tidal Premium it’s $9.99. If I want the Hi Fi, lossless High Fidelity sound quality, the high-definition music videos….$19.99. Of course for if you want the value plan for Premium it’s $8.49, Hi Fi is $16.99…6 months pre-paid for both. For the Family Plan if it’s you and 4 people for Hi Fi, you going to start coughing up $59.95 a month…almost $60! Maybe it’s just me, but Tidal seems downright greedy. I’ll just pass on all of it.

Groove Music for Microsoft: Don’t know…..I haven’t tried Groove Music Pass. Not sure if I want to. The music I downloaded from my cds have been saved on my laptop and moved over to Groove Music, which means I can listen to them, but the sound quality can be better.

Like I said, there is always the positive and negative things about these and other music streaming services, but at the end of the day, we choose the one we think is best for us. I’ll just stick with Apple for the time being.







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Celebrating Black History Month / Music: A Look in the Present

February 22 / 16

Hello! We’re now into the final leg of celebrating Black History Month. We’re getting into Music, but I’m not looking to the past, I’m looking in the present, those that are getting our attention now. Here are a few that have already or about to break into the music scene….


Anderson Paak

Janelle Monae

Johnny Rain

Lianne La Havas

Kenzie May (site may be hacked…)

You can find their music on iTunes, Spotify, Tidal, and other music stream services.

I hope you enjoyed their music as much I did listen and putting this post together. Enjoy the rest of your Monday, be blessed!

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Scene Wednesday: VONA Voices & Arts & Letters

Scene Wednesday: VONA Voices & Arts & Letters

February 17 / 16

Hey there again! If you have inching writing fingers this could be for you!

(cred: University of Miami and Georgia College)

VONA Voices Writing Workshop for Writers of Color

Where do writers of color go:

  • For community?
  • For support?
  • For growth?
  • For mentoring with renowned writers of color?

University of Miami’s VONA/Voices Summer Writing Workshop

Join Patricia Smith, M.Evelina Galang, Tananarive Due, Willie Perdomo, David Mura, Faith Adiele, Elmaz Abinader, Minal Hakratwala, Andrew X. Pham, and more in a week-long workshop on

June 19 – 25 & June 26 – July 2

Applications are available via our website January 1 (you still have a chance!)

For more information:

University of Miami / College of Arts & Sciences




Rumi Poetry Prize & Fiction Prize / Susan Atefat Creative Nonfiction Prize

Prizes judge include

  • Carol Frost (poetry)
  • Faith Adiele (creative nonfiction)
  • Kate Christensen (fiction)

Prize Winners receive $1,000 each and publication in Arts & Letters

Non-Winning entries are considered for regular publication

Submit online between February 1 and March 31

Visit us at AWP Booth 906!




If your interested, you know what to do…..enjoy the rest of your Wednesday and be blessed!















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Celebrating Black History / Literature: Toni Morrison

February 15 / 16

Hello….Monday is here, Shadowbox is continuing its celebration of Black History Month. Now we’re looking at literature and who better to represent than Toni Morrison.


  • Born Chloe Ardelia Wofford. According to an interview, She received the baptismal name of Antony, which became the basis for her nickname Toni, when she became a Catholic at age 12.
  • Her best known novels are The Bluest Eyes (1970), Sula (1973), Song of Solomon (1977), and Beloved (1987) to name a few….
  • Commissioned to write the libretto for Margaret Garner, a new opera performed in 2005.
  • Won the Pulitzer and American Book in 1988 for Beloved.
  • Received the Nobel Prize in 1993 and the Presidential Medal for Freedom in 2012.
  • She also wrote a few children’s books with her late younger son, Slade Morrison, such as The Tortoise or The Hare, Little Cloud and Lady Wind, and The Big Box.
  • Her latest novel: God Help the Child.

If there is a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, you must be the one to write it.
I hope you enjoyed this post. Enjoy the rest of your Monday and be blessed!
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