| Vernando Reuben | ||
| Mixed Media/Oil on Canvas | Brooklyn, New York |
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I was born in the urban junglesİto a fiercely revolutionary people of a tiny carribean state locatedİadjacent to another fiercely revolutionary island nation--one that enignmatically posed a direct threat to the largest and most powerful country of the twentieth century world. Jamaica is not only my spiritual motherland, but also my autobiographical starting point. My parents and siblings migrated in the 80s. İI followed by the age of six after spending my formative years between the city of Kingston and theİgreen country parish of St. Mary. America was literally a trip, and it still is.İI don't know if I've ever unpacked.
My artistic calling--and by thatİI mean the voice thatİmade me focus my energies in a career in art--came as my committment to Teach For America was ending.İİSeveral studentsİaskedİme how to draw andİinquired whyİI had chosen to teachİthem historyİand not art.İ I had no brief answerİfor them--nothingİİthat would agrrivate their all too short attention spans.İİBut their inquiry wasİ starting point. | |
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The path to my current artistic station was not due
to any formal training, institutions, or degrees. Morehouse College
didinspire me--never had I seen so many genius and affluent
African Americans in such a serene and progressive cluster. I was
drawn there, following the paths of Martin Luther King, Jr., Spike
Lee, Samuel L. Jackson, and a host of Black celebrities and
literati. But it was purely a socio-academic juncture in my
development.
Atlanta itself was the nucleus of the Black southern renaissance, similar to that of Harlem, and complete with a black mayor and the political elite. The soul there was thick enough to grease coarse hair. There was OutKast, Babyface and L.A. Reid, Jermaine Dupri, and a host of young entrepreneurial soldiers marching to the drums of their well-educated Civil Rights forbearers. I regularly saw Eryka Badu and India Arie perform to the anxious demands of audiences in a small brick-laid lounge called the Ying Yang cafe--all frills, no pretensions. Artist's Website: photobucket.com | ![]() |
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