Sheer Art Exhibitions
May 14th, 2016 I had the pleasure of being part of Sheer, an all women art exhibition. The showcase featured six artists—Jasmine Nicole (The Painter), Lily Pearl Mclaughlin (The Photographer), Destanie Rodriguez (The Illustrator), Haf and Haf (The Drawer), Tiarra Smallwood (The Designer), and Sundavish Tan (myself - The Writer) also included two female DJs—NiccNacc and Yulissa; they provided the vibe for the entire night.
My definition of “sheer” wasn’t very Merriam Webster. When I thought of the word, I visualized a woman who was confident in being completely herself, who saw strength in vulnerability—an ethereal being, whose work of art touched people. Which, I believe each woman showcased at the exhibition. They defined that definition of the word. I am so humbled and thankful to have worked with such an amazing group of women and to be part of, not just a dope event, but a movement.
When I was asked to be part of the exhibition I was honored, ecstatic and nervous all at the same time. I had four weeks to showcase my work and I wanted it to embody the definition of the word “sheer.”
I had a few brainstorm sessions with Glen, my artistic counterpart and best friend, which involved a lot of beers (lol). He let me bounce ideas off of him and gave me his honest opinion, some ideas stuck…some didn’t.
Once I came up with a plan, it was time to execute. That was the hard part. I tried to make deadlines for myself, but between finals, my niece’s prom, one of my girlfriend’s wedding weekend, work, and my father being in and out of the hospital, that did not work out. I was stressed out and almost quit a few times. Thankfully, I had a strong support system that wouldn’t let me. There were a lot of late nights and early mornings, days I was too busy to eat, and times I fell asleep in paint. I’ve gained a great appreciation for art shows and the effort and money it takes. Bruh listen. I understand the meaning of “starving artist” now.
When I actually started doing the work, everything else kinda just fell right into place. I hand stamped, each letter with acrylic paint on canvas, six of my favorite poems, one of which was never published on emotionally-slutty.com:
Lover/Fighter - written this year, during a stream of bad luck which lead to a period of depression and self-doubt. I initially said this poem wasn’t going to make the show, but it was worth sharing. I wrote this as a letter to myself as a reminder to continue to be myself when the world is always trying to break me down.
Train Wreck - written in 2015. I went out to the movies with my best friend on some girls night out shit. We saw Train Wreck, the movie had terrible acting but I fucked with the moral of the story. (PS, she’s known for choosing shitty movies lol.) But it did have me in my feelings. I actually cried during the movie because my story was pretty similar to hers AND being on my period probably didn’t help either. It inspired me to write this piece.
Gemini Full Moon - written in 2015, during the Gemini full moon. The full moon is metaphoric. It is about someone *ah-hem* who is too timid to reveal their full selves to someone who loves them deeply.
Aloneness - written in 2016. In the beginning of the year, I’ve never felt more alone in my life…but I also never felt more strong or more certain in the person I was. Aloneness is about self-love.
Bad Religion - written in 2015. I wrote this piece because I felt misunderstood by people who claimed to ‘know’ me.
Emotionally Slutty - written the next night before the art show. I wrote this poem to define the phrase “emotionally slutty” to my audience. If you don’t know by now, I am a huge Sex and The City fan…however, I’ve wanted to be a writer long before I was introduced to Carrie Bradshaw. The phrase “emotionally slutty” comes from a line from the HBO series (season 5, episode 8 to be precise). I’ve been running emotionally-slutty.com since 2010, blogging about my feelings and experiences…basically sharing too much. This poem talks about spilling your soul out yet never apologizing for the mess its made.
I had a countless number of people, mostly strangers, who pulled me aside to explain certain pieces to them, usually the ones they related to most. It was prob my favorite part, I enjoy when people want to pick my brain. Art doesn’t need to be pretty or perfect, it just needs to provoke emotion and I think I accomplished that.
My display consisted of six 16 x 20 pieces on canvas that were framed, a table that included a handmade frame that hung seven quotes of affirmation on type written notecards, which were written by me (my 12 year old niece helped me come up with the concept), my typewriter that I used as my guest log, a vase of one of my fav flowers, and a collection of vintage books.
Saturday night was one of the best nights of my life. It didn’t feel real until I saw the first person take a picture of my poems…I actually walked into the back room because I could not keep my composure. I def cried tears of joy. As Dead Logic began to overflow with people admiring our art, it felt more like a celebration than an exhibition. And when my friends showed up with two bottles of Moet the rest was history. As I was popping the bottle I actually heard someone say “it’s not Sunda without a bottle of champagne,” lol. Everything about that night was perfect, beginning to end.
Special “thank you” to:
Jasmine for curating the event and daring me to get out of my comfort zone, Glenny the Hype for being such an awesome friend, my family and friends for not only showing up but giving me words of encouragement when I began to doubt myself (I could individually name you all but I’m sorta tipsy right now and it’s too many of you fuckers), the women of Sheer, the boy that gives me headaches but keeps me inspired, Georgia Sada for being the first (out of five people) to buy my art, the people who came out to support - whether you were a fan before or not, and everyone who believed in me…this night would’t of been possible without you all.
“Thank you for seeing museums in me when I only saw blank walls. “
Soundtracks that inspired me: Kaytranada - 99.9%, Marcus Alan Ward - Last Night I Grew Tentacles, NiccNacc’s Sun Down mix, The Internet - Ego Death, some Erykah Badu and Frank Ocean.