Often, in an immigrant family, it’s a very big departure for a child to say: I want to be an artist, not a doctor, not a lawyer, or an engineer. The father, here, tells his daughter what so many immigrant parents tell their children: Art is not the safest route in life. We didn’t sacrifice all this for you to take up a precarious profession.
He tries to comfort her, at the same time, by insisting that being an immigrant makes her an artist already. And this is a fascinating notion: that re-creating yourself this way, re-creating your entire life is a form of reinvention on par with the greatest works of literature. This brings art into the realm of what ordinary people do to in order to survive. It takes away the notion that art is too lofty for the masses, and puts it in the day-to-day. I’ve never seen anyone connect being an artist and an immigrant so explicitly, and for me it was a revelation."
Edwidge Danticat, All Immigrants are Artists
Lillie McCloud kills it singing Cece Winans’ “Alabaster Box”
…I am still crying this was so beautiful. Sing it sister!
Just thought I’d post these photos of me and my beautiful lady b-po here for good measure.
This is my uncle Dean (you’ll see him when you click through)
Six years ago, he was diagnosed with fibrous histio-cytoma. He underwent radiation treatment and once the tumor was small enough, doctors removed the tumor along with uncle Dean’s entire ham string muscle.
After a year of fighting off infections, the cancer came back and uncle Dean was scheduled for surgery to remove his leg mid-thigh. However, when the surgeons went in, they realized that the progression and growth of the tumor would require a total hip dis-articulation, which means that they had to take the entire leg right from the hip socket.
Uncle Dean hasn’t been able to get a prosthetic due to their high cost and has been using crutches for the last 5 years. The side effects of not using a prosthetic has been formation of spine curvature, and a tilted pelvis, which causes a great amount of pain each day. He experiences a lot of pain in his shoulders due to the crutches and is hoping that eventually he can stop using them!
After 6 years of reduced quality of life, it’s time for uncle Dean to finally be fitted with a prosthetic, but the cost is high: $54,856.07, plus living expenses and physio-therapy while he’s in Vancouver learning to walk again.
However, with your help, hopefully we can reach that goal! We greatly appreciate all of your help, and even if you can’t donate, please spread the word and send a few kind thoughts his way.
Beautiful tumblr friends,
My wonderful and loving partner Brandy is fundraising for her Uncle Dean’s new prosthetic limb. We are trying to raise funds to help alleviate the astronomical cost of the prosthetic and the costs of physiotherapy. Brandy and her family are from Fort St John in Northern BC, and due to the specialized nature of Uncle Dean’s prosthetic he will need to fly down to Vancouver and pay for the (very high) cost of living as he begins rehabilitation to learn how to walk again. Anything you can do - like, share, donate, spread the word, send positive energy/vibes/prayers his way - is so greatly appreciated.
Love and light to you all,
Indonesia are considered to be the resting place for departed souls, the lakes are locally referred to as “the lake of evil spirits”. All 3 lakes change colour from blue to green to black or red unpredictably.