Wie inspireert jou?
Deze week ben ik volop met tante Dette & de kleine man op vakantie. Voor het eerst heb ik een mini-time out, want de kleine man ligt al 2,5u uitgeteld te slapen 🤫 ✨
Ik volg snel de live uitzendingen van Nadine Melenhorst die een week lang alles verteld over Nine Star Ki en ik besef me met hoeveel inspirerende mensen ik de afgelopen tijd heb mogen werken. ✨
Van muzikanten die je in het ❤️ raken door prachtig te spelen, tot ondernemers - meestal vrouwen 🙋🏼♀️ - die bad ASS aan het shinen zijn. ✨
Nieuwe kennis geeft mij àltijd energie, vooral als het gedeeld wordt door mensen die, zoals Nadine, alles weten over het desbetreffende onderwerp. ✨
Nu ben ik heel benieuwd: wie inspireert jou? En wie moèt ik interviewen voor mijn volgende podcast?
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Thanks to my wonderful friend @lovellcortney , on November 7th 2016 I was able to perform at the Sheriff’s Heroin Addiction Recovery Program (SHARP) at the Albany County Jail. Since then, I’ve performed at least forty times in Correctional facilities around the country including six performances at Rikers Island and an entire tour of State Prisons across Ohio. It was in the Albany County Jail that #BehindTheWalls was born and I discovered an entirely untapped sense of purposefulness as a artist, and I’m overjoyed and slightly nervous to say @theitalianhorn and I will be returning their for a show this Monday before rejoining @vanswarpedtour ! Thank you again for the opportunity to be of service! Many thanks to Kerry Thompson, Ralph Peltier and Sheriff Apple
BEHIND THE WALLS.
TWELVE. Melanie stretched, thanking God deep within her that the day was over. Her Job was stressful! Sheesh! Who knew sitting behind the computer for over four hours made you older and brought you closer to the grave? She hadn't. But this job was all she and Anna had. And Melanie could not quit anytime soon. Not with having to juggle Ana's heavy school levies and the apartment's rent. Alone. Grabbing whatever was left of the plastic coffee cup on her desk, she hobbled down the stairs, trying to maintain balance, even with all the variables in her arms. If today was one of 'those' days, six years ago, she would've been looking forward to a hot soapy, a massage from Bob himself; His hands were literally the hands of the gods. Melanie let out an involuntary moan as she closed her eyes, envisioning the scene; and a goodnight rest. But today was six years late. Six years gone wrong. And Melanie did NOT want to go back. No way! She was fine with the Utopia she had created for herself here. Work, go home, check up on Anna, take a well deserved rest, work, go home... And so the cycle went on and on. But Melanie had always been one for routines. She adored them. It gave her a sense of control. And so when her left leg slipped on the last stair, her office materials flying out of her hands, she snapped at air desperate to grip onto something. Desperate to still remain in control. "I got you." Melanie cursed herself softly as she felt her traitorous body react to being in the arms of a man. She hadn't realized her eyes were closed until she felt warm air blow over her eyelids. "You okay?" Melanie threw her eyes open immediately, face aflame as she straightened, leaning away from the man who had just saved her from breaking her face, but who would most definitely be responsible for breaking her heart- if she gave him a chance.
Great weekend in Columbus, Ohio for @bgbtw. Bill Glass Behind the Walls Columbus, Ohio Weekend of Champions Results: 188 volunteer teammates, including 42 who served with us for the first time, visited 12,989 men, women and juveniles at seven facilities. The volunteers recorded 1,562 total decisions for Jesus Christ, and 717 were first time commitments!. Praise the Lord!! #behindthewalls#elevateministries#billglass#winsouls#sharetheGospel#Jesus
BEHIND THE WALLS ELEVEN (CONTINUATION TWO)
What had she being expecting? A hug? A flick on the nose? He did that a lot. Keyword 'did'. He definitely had not forgiven her completely. With that thought in mind, she called his name the second time that day, running to meet him before he entered the building. "You haven't forgiven me yet." Davies paused for a moment studying her. She looked flushed. Tired. There were bags beneath her eyes and secretly, Davies hopes they were for the same reasons as his. "I said I was sorry." "And I accepted your apology." "You're still cold towards me." - and you didn't flick my nose- she wanted to add. "We're still friends Ana." "I find that hard to believe." Davies smiled and swooned internally at how adorable she looked. Then he stepped closer to her, giving her what she didn't
believe she longed for and missed so much. A hug. And she felt happy. Ana felt happy after a long long time.
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BEHIND THE WALLS ELEVEN (CONTINUATION)
thought that came to mind. He ran after her. Ana wiped the tears, feeling miserable. Why was she crying? No specific reason. Maybe she just missed her dad so much. Maybe it was because Anita wasn't talking to her anymore. She actually missed the chatter box voice. Maybe it was because Davies was no longer her friend. At least he was the closest thing she's had to a friend, the past four years. He had stuck around for long. And maybe longer if she hadn't threw those heavy words at him. "Ana" She froze. Then acted immediately, wiping the tears frantically, hoping that her eyes weren't red yet. She turned to face him, startled by how close he was. She had thought he'd be by the school's door not so close to her that she could smell his sweaty self. Man! He was tall. "You dropped this." He brought our her brown book and she froze again for a millisecond. Hopefully, he hadn't read the book. Cause if he had, Anna was doomed. "T-Thanks." He nodded and turned to go when he felt her soft yet firm hand holding his arm. "Davies, wait I ..." He arched his brows expecting her to go on. "I'm.. Sorry. I'm sorry Davies." When he didn't lower his brows, she felt stupid. Why had she even considered apologizing? She was terrible at it! "I didn't mean it. I swear I didn't. I was just.... Maybe.... I was mad and frustrated okay? And I took it out on you, I'm sorry." "Awe... Is Ice starting to catch feelings? Since when did Ana Jameses do apologies?" Davies teased making her look down at her feet, face aflame. "You're blushing!" Davies eyes were as huge as saucers. He had never thought she was capable of being embarrassed. "Wow. You're melting hot, Ice. What happened to you?" 'You. You happened to me'. Ana wanted to retort but held her tongue. "Okay." "What?" "I said okay. Apology accepted." She smiled at what he said. "I have to go"
BEHIND THE WALLS ELEVEN.
Crash!!! If this was any cliche scene, He would catch her in his arms, or better yet, fall into hers and they'd stare into each other's eyes forever. But this was no cliche scene, they both fell on their butts. Hard. Davies groaned while Ana yelled an 'ow!' He didn't glance at her. He grabbed his books that sprayed all over and scurried off. Ana felt herself tighten with anger. He hadn't even bothered helping her pick her books. So much for chilvary. As she picked her books, she fought the tears that threatened to spill. That threatened to show the world she was weak. What the hell?! Last time she cried was when she was eight. Six goddamned years ago. Why did she feel so weak now? Blinking rapidly, she willed the tears to stay in, hurriedly packing her books and running out unaware of the dark eyes that followed her. Davies leaned against the locker glancing at the direction she'd run to. She'd gone outside the school. He sighed opening his locker and dumped his books into it. Normally, he was an organized person, but lately his thoughts were far from organized. He missed her. Funny, considering all she did was tell at him or punch him or give him a sarcastic smile sometimes. At least she'd give him something. He glanced back to where they'd collided, groaned pulling at his hair and was about to turn away when he noticed a brown book on the floor. She must've forgotten to pick it up. And so Davies did the immediate thought that came to mind. He ran after her. Ana wiped the tears, feeling miserable. Why was she crying? No specific reason. Maybe she just missed her dad so much. Maybe it was because Anita wasn't talking to her anymore. She actually missed the chatter box voice. Maybe it was because Davies was no longer her friend. At least he was the closest thing she's had to a friend, the past four years. He had stuck around for long. And maybe longer if she hadn't threw those heavy words at him. "Ana"
"Con questa apertura da parte degli editori quale futuro prevedi per il libro fotografico?
Hanno capito che la fotografia si è liberata da alcuni vincoli e che i tempi sono maturi per una nuova fase di sperimentazione del libro fotografico. Le nuove tecnologie hanno permesso a molti autori di impadronirsi della tecnica per realizzare delle ottime opere e a questo punto sono gli stessi editori che aprono spazi a nuove pubblicazioni(...).
L'autore si potrà esprimere in maniera più ampia e completa e credo che ci sarà un rinnovamento nel mondo editoriale. Il libro non sarà solo il mezzo per trasmettere il tuo lavoro ma diventerà opera in sé, un'operazione più ampia e complicata dove l'intervento dell'artista sarà totale.
È il mercato che lo chiede, c'è fame di sapere, non ci si accontenta solo delle immagini, si ha bisogno della parola scritta(...) Sempre di più nelle pubblicazioni troviamo degli inserti, degli scritti personali dell'autore, tutti elementi che ci parlano del suo mondo. In questo senso, quando avremo la possibilità di sfogliare l'opera da lui concepita in toto attraverso la scelta dell'impaginato, la disposizione delle immagini, l'uso dei materiali e altro, avremo un quadro più ampio del suo pensiero. (...)
Gli editori che hanno creduto fermamente nella loro autonomia hanno e avranno sempre maggiori successi.” .
L’Intervista completa di @lucianozuccaccia a @paolo.ventura la trovate dentro “Un mondo di libri” @postcartedizioni .
Questi e altri titoli dell’artista sono disponibili da noi.
Behind the walls 🌓 ✨ RELEASE ✨
Geduldig en zorgvuldig zet ik achter de schermen de release van mijn debuut EP op. Werk ik samen met mensen die mij inspireren om op alle fronten een te gekke plaat neer te zetten. En werk ik straks aan mijn stem om elk nummer precies de sound mee te geven, die het nodig heeft. (Sidenote)
Geduldig en zorgvuldig waren nooit mijn kernwoorden. Meer impulsief en ondoordacht 😅
Maar door op reis te gaan, te integreren wat je onderweg leert en stil te staan bij wat anders mag, zet je een duidelijke koers uit voor je toekomst. 🌑
Easy? Hell No!
The Road is bloody lonely sometimes. 🌑
Maar om het èchte verhaal te kunnen vertellen.
En de bullshit achter je te laten.
Mag je je soms comfortabel voelen met oncomfortabele gevoelens.
En dan zie je langzaam weer.
Een volle maan.
In een heldere nacht. 🌖
Four years ago, fresh from completing my bachelor's degree, I sat in my car and wondered "what is my thing?" How do I put all of my passions--social work, criminal justice, and spoken word--together in a fulfilling and meaningful way? It was in that car that Behind the Walls, Between the Lines (BTWBTL) was birthed. Seven artists, and a team of my folks, brought that dream from my car to the stage, and for that, I'm grateful. Happy 4th Anniversary BTWBTL!
-Founder, Felicia Henry
.... Behind the Walls, Between the Lines (BTWBTL) is a movement to deepen awareness about the dehumanizing, violent nature of the criminal justice system in America and empower activism aimed at its dismantlement. BTWBTL uses spoken word, poetry, and other artistic mediums as a vehicle for people directly impacted by state-sanctioned violence to speak to the injustices of these systems in ways that inspire action.
✨ Step into the light
And share a precious moment
You want to capture
for a lifetime ✨
Ik ga binnenkort het prachtige nummer Imagine van John Lennon opnemen.
Puur. Authentiek. Eerlijk.
Om te verbinden. Om positiviteit te sturen. Om een lichte kleur te laten zien.
Het zou zo mooi zijn om beelden bij dit nummer te delen van mensen die jou dierbaar zijn?
Je kind. Je moeder. Je vriend of vriendin.
Dus mocht je iemand in het licht willen zetten. Stuur mij een foto. Mag hieronder, mag in een PB.
En dan delen we met z'n allen. Een klein licht. Wat vermenigvuldigd een groot licht wordt.
Om wat meer mildheid. Compassie. En liefde de wereld in te sturen.
Wie deelt zijn of haar dierbaarste foto?