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AAE Hosts Black Horror Art Show

by Omar Abdulkarim 10/28/2018
written by Omar Abdulkarim

The Afrikan Arts Ensemble at UCLA (AAE) coordinated a Black Horror Art Show this past Thursday. The event featured various art forms including photography, drawings, and live performances to name a few.

I was able to sit down with members of AAE’s staff on Saturday to discuss their choice to have a horror exhibit, why they joined AAE, and the importance of AAE and Black art as a whole.

The art exhibit was spearheaded by Lynzie Glover who chose the shows theme after being inspired by Tananarive Due’s ‘Sunken Place’ course. That coupled with the realities of Black people around her, Lynzie wanted to create an exhibit that depicted “the Black experience and how we interpret our trauma.”

Sitting with staff members Ariel Mengistu, Derek Taylor, Jade Box, Lynzie Glover, Princess Amugo, and Viva, it was clear that they all joined AAE for different reasons.

“I felt a missing void artistically as an English major and I found fulfilment in AAE.”

-Princess Amugo

“Coming from Oakland I was surrounded by Black art so AAE felt like home.”

-Viva Allen

“As a freshman I saw them doing cool shit and wanted to be a part of it.”

-Lynzie Glover

“I grew up around white people making art my whole life and wanted to be a part of Black spaces that did the same. So for me beyond the art, it was the space that drew me in to AAE.”

-Ariel Mengistu

The significance of Black art and AAE was unique for everybody yet many of the staff echoed the same sentiments. As everyone spoke of Black art’s importance to them, the room exulted in snaps and synced head nods.

“I’m a design media arts major and there aren’t many Black people in that major but I know Black creators that are artistic so we wanted to make a space where they are welcomed.”

-Jade Box

“Part of why Black art exists is because it has kept us going for so long. We take things that might be looked upon as bad or negative and make art out of them. And that’s why it’s important: it is healing, it is transformational; I don’t know it’s like magic to me.”

-Viva Allen

“No it definitely is! It comes from our own truths and that’s why it’s magic. It can’t be repeated or appropriated no matter how hard you try.”

-Princess Amugo

“Black people are art in every form whether it’s academic or something like dance or music, we just embody art. Regardless if it is painful or traumatic it is necessary to express yourself in any medium.”

-Derek Rooks-Taylor

African Arts Ensemble has been around for decades and was established around the same time as UCLA’s Afrikan Student Union in the 1960’s. The program has undergone restoration the past couple of years as AAE is becoming more active on campus. Follow Afrikan Arts Ensemble on instagram @afrikanartsensemble and stay tuned for announcements on their upcoming general body meeting.

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Sometimes I Cry, Sometimes I Smile

by 11/01/2013
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Artist: Ashley Joseph/ Nommo Staff

Sometimes

I cry

And sometimes,

I smile

 

And,

It’s been awhile

Since I’ve cried

But it’d be a lie

If I told you

I never crack a smile

 

And as

the moon rises

the night falls deep

and so do I,

falling uneasily to sleep

settling in dreams

That bring

 visions to my eyes

Forcing me to realize

That I am crying

Dying

Inside of

Emotions unwept

 

Sometimes I cry

 

I am not perfect

I lie and I sin

But in the end

I am worth it

The Lord gives me purpose

To refurbish

My mistakes

Retain everything at stake

God always operates

For my own sake

 

So I smile

 

I am strong

I am weak

I triumph over victory

I handle defeat

I am brought down to my knees

I am lifted as high as the seven seas

 

And all

I have

Are the feelings

That creates the expressions

Which give the meanings

To my overall spiritual being

 

With the intention to love

My mind, body, and soul are

Powered from a God above

 

This is daily living for me

But, still

And endlessly,

sometimes,

I cry,

And sometimes,

I smile

 

 Author: Ashley Joseph

Nommo Staff

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From Her Diary

by 10/25/2013
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Source: blackmansdiary.com

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We Hurt,

We mask our pain in bed sheets

Wanting to cover the scars

We’ve tried applying make-up to.

We Cry,

Not knowing why

Unattached to the reality of the sickness we have.

So We Weep

Running back and forth around the playground

Only hoping our playmate is ideal-

Like in our imagination.

Yet We Take It,

Loving them more than we love ourselves-

Like we wished someone else could.

But in the end,

We’re left alone with nothing, but ourselves

Not knowing why the bed sheets, the make-up, or the empty love never rid the pain.

 

Author: Christina Anderson

Nommo Contributor

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