Artworks

Variation 2, 2020

Variation 3, 2020

Variation 4, 2020

Variation 5, 2020

Variation 6, 2020

Variation 7, 2020

Variation 8, 2020

Variation 9, 2020

Variation 10, 2020

Variation 11, 2020

Variation 12, 2020

Variation 13, 2020

Variation 14 , 2020

Variation 15, 2020

Variation 16, 2020

Variation 17, 2020

Variation 18, 2020

Photographic mixed media on cotton

Variation 19, 2020

Ervin A. Johnson, Variation 19, 2020

$ 1,500.00

Variation 20, 2020

Variation 21, 2020

Variation 22, 2020

Variation 23, 2020

Variation 24, 2020

Variation 25, 2020

Regis and Kahran Bethencourt

60 x 48 inches

Lucid Thoughts #2, 2018

Giclee Print

Regis and Kahran Bethencourt

Oye Diran, Lucid Thoughts #2, 2018

$ 1,500.00

Allen Cooley, Flowers, 2012

$ 1,500.00

Allen Cooley, Tires, 2012

$ 1,500.00

Allen Cooley, Tree Trunks, 2012

$ 1,500.00

Allen Cooley, Bench, 2012

$ 1,500.00

Oye Diran, Blue Thoughts, 2016

$ 3,000.00

In The Face of History: Front Page of the Negro Star, December 2, 1920, 2017

Digital Composite compiled from Screenprint and Archive. Archival Pigment on Cotton Fiber Paper.

17 x 11 inches

Regis and Kahran Bethencourt

Sophisticated Soul, 2017

Chromogenic Print

36 x 24 inches

Regis and Kahran Bethencourt, Sophisticated Soul, 2017

$ 4,500.00

Freedom, 2014

25 x 36 inches

Friend or Foe?, Station just outside Metamora, Indiana, 2014

25 x 36 inches

Keep Going, 2014

25 x 36 inches

The River Jordan, 2014

17 x 70 3/4 inches

broken girl healing woman shaman I have to smooth my soothing salve Because no one else will Broken woman healing girl Shaman I have to smooth my soothing salve Because no one else will, 2011

do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women condom wrappers scratch at young thighs beneath cheap thread count a rhetorical pillowcase tear soaked do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women a rheumatoid forest perpetually awaiting autumn, 2011

drops from the clenched mouths of eyes dreaming delusion fogged by what greets each morning we’d rather form keloid from it to worry at when one hand grasps at the other, 2011

he buried love’s bones deep within hoping to resurrect her, 2011

her womb smells of rubbing alcohol swore she heard the laughter of sons their vacant faces still born gaze barren red hurt translucent wings beating against the gold sky she would have named you all, 2011

how soon before you become mista conjured wispa thumb sliding over broken glass shard yolk easing yellow over shell fragments, 2011

I carry sulfur on my wings Your teeth are flint Glinting beneath the milky moon, 2011

I have no footing even in slumberHe says he’s a manYet a man who robs youOf your safea soft boned memoryhe’s sucked dry the marrow, 2011

I long to be a sharpened knife Digging into a cheek My name breaking shore Over his teeth A moon pulled tide A waterlogged mention, 2011

I wonder Do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women Knobby limbs curled defensively around frail body Brittle brown trunk Do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women Do their leaves shrivel, crackled off splintered branches At the mention o, 2011

imperfect man I’ve imagined you in the cool dark Swilling whiskey like water Newport smoke wafting to the heavens The glass shards Pierced the palm Your brow A sweaty welt You gathered My sister Her belongings, 2011

isopropyl alcohol sweating your wrinkled belly worn from births soft like velvet into it you sank insulin needles I mirrored your wincing, 2011

it was too soon to swill a new name in your mouth he brought with him muddy silence a dragging stain across the yellow seeds you deafened became powder between the fingers how soon will he crumble into memory a used casing in the stale soil, 2011

I’ve been Water Washing away some sin Molasses Sticking to the jags Glue Losing its tack Hair Clogging a drain Understudy Hoping for a sprained ankle Repentance Tucked away in prayer But God wanted me to forgive myself First, 2011

mami says you have fallen your brittle bones cannot knit themselves well, 2011

my sister’s fingers, beak-peckedmy brother’s brow, a crimson sliceyellow birdperhaps you fled through the window while I was sleeping, 2011

Marlene Hawthrone, my sister’s fingers, beak-peckedmy brother’s brow, a crimson sliceyellow birdperhaps you fled through the window while I was sleeping, 2011

$ 900.00

pomegranate, 2011

scales glinted laughter mocking the sunshine metal blade against the iridescent crescent plotting, 2011

She kept two free Daddy would have murdered had He learned years before, 2011

shell and yolk glued and cracked respectively no carton to keep her, 2011

sometimes I wonder if all along You saw me unravel Witnessed the spool And thought I’d keep even stitches, 2011

the red globes bloomed from my fingertips she always told me never to cry in water for fear that tears would turn to blood these days I swim in a sanguine sea, 2011