Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
In a world where history was hidden, erased, and rewritten, we stand today with a power in our hands: the power of art.
Art is not just a creation—it is a declaration. It is the voice of resistance, the truth that refuses to be silenced. From the pain of oppression to the strength of survival, it is through the brush, the pen, the rhythm, and the words that we carve our place in history.
The powers that be, have tried to suppress our story. They’ve turned the pages, they’ve erased the lines, and they’ve stolen the truth from us. But in the silence, they created, we found our voice. We found it in poetry, in music, in dance, and in every stroke of the brush. Art became our weapon, our shield, and our reminder that we are still here.
The beauty of art is its ability to speak when words fail, to move when nothing else can, to ignite change in ways that laws, governments, and systems never will. Art doesn’t ask for permission; it demands presence. It declares, "We exist. We matter. We will be heard."
James Forman said, "Liberation will come from a Black thing." And today, I say—Liberation will come from Black Art. Now more than ever, it’s time to pick up the pen, to pick up the brush, to pick up the mic, and carve our narrative in bold strokes.
Art is our truth.
Art is our rebellion.
Art is our liberation.
It’s time to create. It’s time to rise. It’s time to let our art free the world.
In a world where history was hidden, erased, and rewritten, we stand today with a power in our hands: the power of art.
Art is not just a creation—it is a declaration. It is the voice of resistance, the truth that refuses to be silenced. From the pain of oppression to the strength of survival, it is through the brush, the pen, the rhythm, and the words that we carve our place in history.
The powers that be, have tried to suppress our story. They’ve turned the pages, they’ve erased the lines, and they’ve stolen the truth from us. But in the silence, they created, we found our voice. We found it in poetry, in music, in dance, and in every stroke of the brush. Art became our weapon, our shield, and our reminder that we are still here.
The beauty of art is its ability to speak when words fail, to move when nothing else can, to ignite change in ways that laws, governments, and systems never will. Art doesn’t ask for permission; it demands presence. It declares, "We exist. We matter. We will be heard."
James Forman said, "Liberation will come from a Black thing." And today, I say—Liberation will come from Black Art. Now more than ever, it’s time to pick up the pen, to pick up the brush, to pick up the mic, and carve our narrative in bold strokes.
Art is our truth.
Art is our rebellion.
Art is our liberation.
It’s time to create. It’s time to rise. It’s time to let our art free the world.