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I’ve loved Frankd Robinson’s art for probably 2 decades now. He is a Memphis artist who uses paint, collage, found objects and his own unique style to create vibrant art. His work honors the reality of urban life, the struggles of Black people and Black women in particular. He has a way of taking mundane items and the things we discard and turning them into works of art.
I remember when I first saw his work thinking it’s like he’s taken all the trash I see at the bus stop and turned into something dynamic and glorious. His work made me see how you can create with whatever is at hand, how to integrate words into vivid color.
Here’s a video of him from about 9 years ago, talking about his art:
Lately, Robinson has had to deal with diabetes and difficult health transitions. Although I don’t know him that well, I follow him on Facebook and Instagram. He posts pictures of his everyday life, of his dialysis, of his physical therapy after amputations, of his friends and family, his barber, his fraternity brothers. Still telling a story, still knowing his life has value.
He’s made these cool, dramatic necklaces/amulets:
When I saw this photo:
I was so taken by the tree tattoo, that I decided I had to do a sort of portrait based on him.
I looked at a lot of pictures of him, a lot of his art. I read his encouragements to everyone, the way he posts positive things about life, while remaining very real about our struggles.
I worked on it for a over a month, and finished a few days ago. I call it “How Does Your Garden Grow?”
How Does Your Garden Grow? for Frankd Robinson by Joy Murray
Despair accompanies illness and disability, but so does learning and resilience. And love. You learn to love yourself enough to survive. You learn who really loves you, who helps you when you are thrown a curve and your whole life changes; who loves you when they know you’ll never be the same physically. You learn your limits, but also your strengths.
When I am low, I remember it’s my job to love my damned self. And when I do that, all these other bits of beauty bloom in my life.
I’m so fortunate to have art in my life, and to have found the art of Frankd Robinson.
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I’ve spent some time painting with my son, Timothy Allen, who’s work is much more intuitive and free flowing than mine, and at times more precise and geometric:
Dark Forest Lights by Timothy AllenEchoes and the Sound of Growth by Timothy AllenThe Day my Cages Turned to Smoke by Timothy Allen
Watching his techniques gave me some ideas of my own. I did a bit of paint pouring and worked without really thinking about how the finished painting would turn out.
Re-purposed canvas on the table
I sleep in my studio, so I just left the canvas alone for a few weeks, let myself look at the shapes and colors and flow of it. I turned it different ways. I thought it might be something I would paint over.
Then I found a figure wandering in the chaos.
So I painted her in and added layers and textures. As I painted, I thought about how much about life we don’t understand. I thought about disability, trauma, and how little sense life seems to make sometimes.
I thought about the grace of being given a path that allows you to think in ways that others can’t fathom. But life does that to everyone, not just those who have veered into long-term illness. We all feel a startling sense of aloneness at times. And sometimes, we can’t fathom our own thoughts or our fate.
Any way, I finished the painting and then it told me what the title should be.
Afterwards Nothing was the Same, 12×36″ by Joy Murray, acrylic on canvasAfterwards Nothing was the same, detailAfterwards Nothing was the Same, detail
What do you think?
I’m planning an open studio and art sale at the end of May here in Memphis. I’ll keep you posted on dates and time.
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