A lot of times I’ll go to bed and the next morning I’ll think, ‘You know, a different cloud in that image might look better,’ and I do it. Why? Because art cannot afford compromise. Why would you compromise on this thing that’s coming out of you? So says… the incomparable Jerry Uelsmann
British award-winning writer and documentary filmmaker Michele D’Acosta is seeking to transform the lives of 170 African polio victims who are struggling to stay alive in the former British colony of Sierra Leone.
With the help of an international photography competition, D’Acosta’s goal is to bring global attention to the desperate plight of these forgotten people – and use her photo-journalism as a tool to help leverage medical attention, food, clean water and proper housing for the men, women and children that live in cramped and unsanitary conditions in a bombed out building on Pademba Road, Freetown, Sierra Leone.
Michele D’Acosta began her film and television career as a reporter for the BBC – reporting on the break-up of the Soviet Union in the early 1990s and then going on to produce a slew of television documentaries with the high profile and controversial director, Nick Broomfield. However, it wasn’t until D’Acosta had a wake-up call to change her life from television producer to a photographer and filmmaker working for positive social change that she took (for her) the unusual step of submitting her images of polio victims to the fifth annual EXPOSURE photography competition hosted by the See Me Gallery in New York City.
The winner of the EXPOSURE competition will be decided by public vote. More importantly, if she wins, D’Acosta will donate the winning prize money of $1,500 to set up a fund to kick-start a lifeline of financial support and medical help for these forgotten polio victims.
It is Michele’s personal belief that a country is judged by the wellbeing of its most vulnerable citizens. Sierra Leone is one of the ten poorest countries in the world and one of top ten diamond producing countries in the world. In supporting this critical Worldwide Wave of Action — please join her in taking action on behalf of disabled people whose plight is invisible to the mainstream media.
To vote now, click on https://icosta.see.me/exposure2014. Voting closes on Monday March 31st, 2014.
For more information, Michele can be reached at Michele@thepeaceproject.com By phone on +44 (0) 7417436097, on Twitter @michelepeaceday or Skype at micheleadacosta.
Thank you so much. I look forward to hearing from you.
My thanks to friend Ishaiya for her extraordinary post and incredible insights. Read this and see the light in this moment. Love and peace to you all. Michele
The Mystery of the Missing Lamb
About two weeks ago now I was perusing the website of a rather wonderful person and fellow blogger called Michele. I came across an article she had written concerning a very famous painting by Renaissance artists the brothers van Eyck, known as the ‘Adoration of the Mystic Lamb’, a magnificent alter-piece painted for the Cathedral of St.Bavo, in Ghent in around 1432. Michele’s original article can be found here: ‘Is this the world’s most coveted painting?’. The crux of the story is that the painting, consisting of a number panels painted on both sides ‘verso-recto’ has been shrouded in mystery and intrigue since it’s very conception, not least because of its subject matter, but also because it stands as a seminal painting in the history of modern painting. It saw a change in the application of oil colours on canvas and the…
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Commentary No. 1
Commentary No. 2
I wander away from the screen
Tear holes in the routine.
For a brief moment, I have time on my hands.
Where do I begin?
I will hold your eyes, see me.
You watch as I read the songlines on your palms, caress your forks in the road.
You can breathe in, but not out again
If you so choose.
Where is your heart’s compass? Where’s your heart’s Due North?
It can take time for messages to come ashore.
It can take time for the vowels to sail forth past the ego:
The consonants seem to take even longer. God knows
It takes injury for this mesmerist to rein in her consciousness:
To peel the old paint on her story.
Only through art can I languish and pretend not to exist.
Commentary No. 3
Writing brought by abstract painting to the paper.
Commentary No. 4
With a slow burning heart I drive to the pharmacy with my guitar all the hours of the 24.
Fame is a drug on prescription all the hours of the 24.
After a lifetime of searching I found my biological father on Facebook. My shadow self is battling to hold onto me. She’s cutting my clothes to smithereens.
Commentary No. 5
One day I will write about inner peace.
Growing in seedpods.
Nurtured in short bursts of poetry.
Seagulls hover over me
Waiting for yesterday’s bread.
Let the NOW be of use to you angel, seer, believer,
Friend, ally, I love you.
How do we reconcile our unconscious desires?
How do we fly above ourselves to
highlight, to minimize, to free
ourselves from the loop of assumptions,
groove of greed.
Juice of injustice.
Commentary No. 6
An Englishman rolls down his car window to shout the word nigger at me.
A white colleague calls me a cross between a dog and a slave.
How do I reconcile this information?
Do I laugh it off? Do I take myself less seriously?
Transcend my pride
My feeling of total wipeout.
With unconditional love…
“I love you, please forgive me, I’m sorry, thank you.”
Commentary No. 7
Here I write in the house I was conceived in. If I am mistaken, I go about it quietly, fastidious as I am in matters of delicacy. My great great grand-mother Alice (the ancestor with the long tail) never tired of telling me that forgetfulness is for the mind with pinhole capacity.
“How are you my darling apparition?” I say giving Alice an impromptu kiss. A line coruscates her forehead. She waits. She frowns. She tumbles into the other world.
After an interval, Alice re-appears as a shimmering blur. Her blurred outline manifests a balance beam and she hops up onto the four-inch wide platform and strikes a pose in the dark recess of our wooden house: empowering the occupants to set sail to the New World.
Whether our family reaches its destination depends upon the wellbeing of our slaves.
Commentary No. 8
In Sierra Leone, West Africa, everything is broken in pieces strewn apart.
My ancestors’ medals that were pinned to their chests are now buried in the family archives.
Today in our Freetown neighborhood, it’s aching with rain. I’m waiting for my sister to finish up her meeting with the Director of Reparations.
In the ether her words comingle,
bare her soul like an abstract painting.
I wish I had the perfect umbrella for her; but I don’t.
In Sierra Leone we’re all in the waiting room.
Commentary No. 9
Limbo only meant to be temporary, not held in this position, in this way for all my life.
Commentary No. 10
The Nomad Commentaries — Artist’s Statement.
In attempting to document my personal experience, I found myself in an autobiographical dilemma. I was yet to become socially aware and still had to become politically conscious of the black diaspora which informed my artistic roots. But when I came to articulate this journey, I realized the Eurocentric linear narrative formula could never adequately explain what I was feeling, and I searched for an art form to combine the diaphanous threads of my lost indigenous peoples, my Eurocentric scholastic disciplines and my vivid childhood as a child of the punk era: a child of The Clash and The Sex Pistols and the clash of cultures.
My early training as a dancer gave me the courage to investigate and discover that it is vital to find a common universality, a non-linear language. The following years were immersed in transcribing what I felt to be messages from my ancient past: layers of identity blurring boundaries and stirring my cellular memory. It took several years before my instincts led to me to produce documentaries as a catalyst for positive social change.
Furthermore, by employing text, video and mixed media and floating together photographic, painted and digital images, I discovered how to connect the fragments of my mixed African-European identity and begin the journey of reaching outside of myself to communicate messages of faith, healing, oneness and love.
With your innate superiority you carve your God into a mountain. My God is carved on sand and will never know security.
If I eat well tonight you will not starve.
As you will see from this short video; for these polio survivors, the only way they can have mobility is to crawl along the ground.
This man has polio.
This is his home.
This is the toilet he shares with more than 200 people.
A fellow resident returns home after work.
The child of a polio sufferer plays with his ‘toys’.
This is how one man walks to work.
The Peace Project is helping to transform the lives of thousands of people in Sierra Leone.
With your support even greater change is possible.
Please visit : http://www.indiegogo.com/makepeace2012
UK Director of Operations for The Peace Project.
In addition to my ongoing work in Sierra Leone with The Peace Project I’ve also been approached to make a film about the seminal musician Arthur Brown.
If you’re thinking Arthur who?… then check out this teaser trailer I’ve just put together about the self-styled God of Hellfire.
In the film Arthur actually catches fire, but don’t worry he lived to tell the tale.
Anyway, right now my head’s too electric to contemplate any more word business. So without further ado, let’s get on with the show.
The password to view the video is: dianabrown
Today I was invited to speak about my work with The Peace Project at the International Women’s Day event in Hastings, Sussex.
I’m delighted to say that not only did I receive a huge amount of support for The Peace Project but I had two laptops available for women to cast their votes in an online competition to help The Peace Project win a $50,000 grant to build the first peace centre in Sierra Leone.
We are currently in 3rd place so please vote and help us get into 1st place and win the grant.
Please visit this link and click VOTE FOR THIS to vote every day from now until 31st March.
If we all vote together we really will make a difference in this world today.
Thank you again for all your support.