Tag Archives: Rasta

RaLLy RouND

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RASTA DON’T RUN

6″ x 12″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

Marcus say sir Marcus say, red for the blood that flowed like the river. Marcus say sir Marcus say, green for the land Africa. Marcus say yellow for the gold that they stole. Marcus say, black for the people it was looted from.
They took us away captivity, captivity. Required from us a song right now man say repatriate, repatriate. I and I patience have now long time gone. Fathers mothers sons daughters everyone. Four hundred million strong. Ethiopia stretch forth her hand closer to God, we Africans closer to God we can. In our hearts is Mount Zion. Now you know seek the Lion. How can we sing in a strange land. Don’t want to sing in a strange land no. Liberation true democracy. One God, one aim, one destiny.

Worth His Weight in Gold / Steel Pulse

FRoM aL To RaSTa

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RASQUARE DRIPS

18″ x 24″ x 2″ Mixed Media on Wood

This is the nick-nack holder I bought at the Mansfield Flea Market.  The one that I used to help make Rasta Marbled.  It was just this old looking thing that someone was trying to get rid of.  Al, the guy I bought it from, was a very cool & laid back person.  He was having a good time selling goods and chatting people up.  He gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse and now his old nick-nack holder has a new image.  Thanks Al!

LoST My MaRBLeS

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RASTA MARBLED

24″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Board

 

I didn’t think this was going to come out the way it did.  I bought this nick-nack holder with a bunch of slots at the Mansfield Flea Market.  When I got home I filled up each slot with paint and was going to let it dry and leave it that way, but I didn’t.  I grabbed a 24×24 board and put it on the ground.  Then I took the holder with paint and did the only thing that made sense… I flipped it over on to the board.  Rasta Marbled was born.

RaS-T-SHiRT

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mijumi JAH DRAIN T-SHIRT

Aerosol on Fabric

 

 

“Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted, the indifference of those who should have known better, the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most, that has made it possible for evil to triumph.”  ~Jah Rastafari