Art as a Happy & Calm Space

I went to an event last night and met a childhood star, Illustrator Pat Cummings, along with contemporary book artist: Nina Cruz, Selina Alko and Steven Savage.

Pat Cummings, just like Eloise Greenfield, is a heroine for all Black children. Their poems, narratives, art and dedication to the literary world for children of color is on an even higher status than The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle. For, while The Very Hungry Caterpillar, introduced children all over the world to colors and counting; they introduced forgotten Black children (all over the world) to the world of books and self representation (along with their many contemporaries). Thus, when I saw Pat Cummings on the program, I made sure to clear my schedule and attend.

smiling with Pro. Andera Davis Pinkney (with an old Pat Cummings book in my hand that I got signed!)

Professor Andera Davis Pinkney was the moderator and started off by asking each illustrator to tell about themselves. Each illustrator pulled up beautiful books they illustrated and shared their art process. Selina Alko, a journalist like me, shared the most breathtaking journal. She created full page collages for each spread in an old journal. I watched in awe as she only showed us three spreads (it ended too soon!) and then showed us her images in her children’s book about Joni Mitchell.

I remember thinking, who is Joni Mitchell and I scanned the room and it seemed like everyone knew Joni. Little did I know I was about to find out….in class that night. (One of my classmates, Paige, spoke about a book she read and the book began with the character listening to a sad song by Joni Mitchell- then Paige spoke about feeling even more connected to the book because she also enjoyed Joni Mitchell).

Nina Cruz shared her books and spoke about digital art. I never saw her work even though I read books by her father Donald Cruz. She shared a book she wrote that I could have used last year when I did a fourth grade lesson on Richard Wright. She also shared a new book she is working on for older children entitled, Liftoff: How the Apollo Moon Mission made Alma Thomas’s art Soar. Then, the name Alma Thomas didn’t ring any bells but as I am writing I realize Alma Thomas is a favorite artist of one of my best friends.

The next to speak was Pat Cummings and she spoke with joy. Her voice was that of a visit to a favorite aunt’s house. Her anecdotes made everything about the event, homely. At one point, when I turned around laughing, another person in the audience caught my eye and while others settled down we continued to laugh. The following are pointers she shared with us for artist and writers who want to get their work published:

  1. Remember, Expression is Everything, little kids read people faces and body language,
  2. make every character in the book think they are the star of the book,
  3. build a world around the character,
  4. THINK, Surprise yourself and finally make it personal.

Lastly, we met Steven Savage who shared his clean and simple illustrations. He said he is wired by the “less is more” motto and ended his introduction by saying “My art is meant to be my happy, clean, calm space.”

“Wow!” I thought, “Imagine? Art as a job and also a happy, clean, calm space. What a thought!

My Hands

I sat in the hallway getting ready for the next class when a student walked up to me (I’ll keep her name to myself)!

Ms. Hurley, she said full of laughter, you don’t want to see my hand!

Her hand was bawled up into a tiny fist.

Humm, I said, putting my pen and books on the floor. Now I want to see it!

Her eyes darted between her classroom and the bathroom letting me know her teacher told her to wash her hands. The fact that she thought the situation was funny made me even more intrigued.

Nooooo!!! She wailed.

Please?

Nooo! You don’t want to see it!

I really do want to see it now! Please? I promise to keep hush -hush about it. I whispered. Then she opened her hand, which was full of love.

I absolutely love it. It’s a hand worth seeing!

She laughed and skipped to the bathroom to wash her lovely hands off.

Lady D and Ms. Kay Twining

You probably can’t believe it, but these beautiful women are parents of sixth graders.

I was rushing to the train station and heard:

Hi Ms. Hurley!

I didn’t even have to turn around to know the voice belonged to my future lawyer, McKenzi. She has a high sounding soprano voice and when she is in the mood can talk your head off about anything she puts her mind too.

I slowed down to chat with her mom, Ms. Kay, and while we were chatting Lady D, Charlie’s aunt, came by with the same exact colors on!

Of course, I couldn’t pass the picture perfect moment!

I have Books for You!

There is no honor like an older brother going through his extensive library to hand you two books he doesn’t have time to read!

In July Tyriek saw me on my way to get lunch and in the hot sun asked me what I was reading. It was a conversation that was both annoying and frustrating because he caught me in the heat – reading the best part of the plot.

I am reading James, by Percival Everett. I told him while quickening my pace. His long legs caught up with my gait.

What’s it’s about?

Ugh! Really?

Yeah, I want to know. He kept his cool to my deep annoyance.

It’s a spin on Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn. We get to meet Jim, the Black character, and know of his story.

Tyriek crossed the street with me to the restaurant and for sheer big brother bothersome held the door for me while asking me more questions about the book. To which I closed the book and said,

Please, it’s extremely hot and I’m starving. Plus I want to finish.

Okay, but next time I see you I’mma give you something more to read.

To this I rolled my eyes and gave him an incredulous smile. Even though we talk about books all the time, I never saw him with a book in his hand! As a matter of fact, he doesn’t even walk with a phone!

But he did stick to his promise.

I was on my way to the library and with perfect timing, he met me in the nearby park with not just any books but Bartolome De Las Casa’s The Devastation of the Indies (a translated copy) and Leonard W. Ingraham’s Slavery in the United States.

I didn’t even try to hide the fact that he made a big impression.

Where did you find these? I asked smiling.

You don’t even want to know. Seeing that I was impressed, he started talking with his hands.

You want them back? I wanted to see how connected he was to his books…

Yeah, I want you to also tell me what you thought about them.

Gosh, he wants them back! I thought. So much for giving me books! Instead of showing him that he may not indeed get them back, I questioned him about the assignment part-

So, are you also giving me homework?! I looked at him in disbelief. He never told me about the homework part. He just said he was giving me books! (Books that now he wanted back!)

I need to know about them but I don’t have time to read them.

What are you looking for? What about them do you want to know?

I can’t tell you until you read them.

Really?! Tell me exactly what you are looking for-

I want to know if they are lying about enslavement. Here he went on a rant about the transatlantic slave trade and the movement of the people before the trade even began.

Instead of asking him the big question- What in the world are you doing that you can’t read?! I replied, Well, I’m only reading them because they are closely related to my studies.

I have more.

This time I smiled at him.

Tell me, how big is your library? And I do want to know where you got these.

This time I had all the time in the world to listen to him. He rambled on about the state of Black folks in America reminding me of my brother Jahlil over in Westchester. And I find my books all over the city, I don’t buy any of my books. I find all of them.

I shook my head in full agreement because I also find books. Especially books associated with Black history. I once found a rare Elise Greenfield book that’s worth hundreds of dollars in a pile of unwanted books.

Tyriek I’ll read and pass it back to you with notes. Can you look in your library and pull out more books? I’m looking for writings about Black children and schooling in New York City.

I got you!