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100 Words and a Picture


There are many untold stories behind the art that hangs in our gallery.

I would say, equally as interesting as the art itself.


How about telling your story, its easy and people want to hear it.

100 WORDS AND A PICTURE – share something about yourself on LAA’s Blog
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  • Member Statement/Profile: A little something about yourself and what inspires you to do art
  • ArtWork Story: Your process, the experience, or the deeper meaning behind a select piece of your art
  • Literary Art: Write prose or poetry that interprets or reflects a piece of your artwork

Don't wait to be asked: Send your submission by email to: [email protected]

Bond Memory Fulfilled Papa's Love:Barry Sons

7/4/2021

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Bond Memory Fulfilled Papa’s Love
  
Time has covered you but not my memory of you.
You grew up in a palmetto shack, common, illiterate, with French as a first language. Abuse away of life.
   Time has covered  abuse with love. Your love, Papa. Your love of mama and us changed all for you and us. Your love got the house on land and the big boat. All you had was a pirogue and a “fish cart.” and you grew it big. 
   Time has covered all that you built but not what you taught us. Respect for all no mater the color of their skin. “Until you walk in their moccasins, you don’t know.” You always said.
   Time has covered it all but not your gene-pool. Your grandchildren stands on your shoulders papa… I ran from the killing; not from you .I ran from the wet piercing cold; the blood smell, not from you. I ran to fulfill the Dream-pool, not from you. Death its’ self has not and never will break our bond.

 
In loving memory of Julian Justin Sons Sr.
 
Barry Sons
 

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      • Tutorials/ Art Criticism >
        • Visual Elements
        • Design Principles
        • Compositional Elements
        • Interpretive Theories
        • Sculpture
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  • News/Events
    • Newsletters
    • Ongoing Classes
    • L'esprit du Métal
    • Watercolor Guild
  • Join
  • Member Portal
    • Member Login
  • Explorations
    • Member Websites
    • Gallery Exhibits >
      • Spring 2020 Exhibit
      • Eye of the Beholder 2020
      • 2020 Member Show
    • Web Links
    • Tutorials
  • Donate
  • LAABlog