The manufacturers send their fabrics to be sold in the open-air markets in Africa where the local women name them based on what the patterns remind them of in their culture.
“Many of the African fabrics that I use have specific meaning. As a quilter, my love of fabric runs deep, so I can find myself getting lost gazing at the incredible fabrics in each piece. The way she layers fabrics, as a painter would layer paints, creates depth and eye-catching imagery.
(How exciting!!) And just like the rest of us quilt lovers, she found herself falling more and more in love with the process of quilting.īisa’s art training and expertise as a painter is evident in her mesmerizing work. However, while working to earn a masters degree in art education at Montclair University, Bisa took a fibers course which led to her very first quilt. And so, Bisa completed her final undergraduate works by layering fabric onto her paintings.Īfter the birth of her daughter, she was increasingly concerned about the use of toxic paints, and took a break from painting, wondering if she would be taking an indefinite break from being an artist all together. Her professor noted that she took such care to dress with a certain aesthetic, that maybe there was more for her to explore in her connection to fabric.
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Unsure how to finish her graduation thesis, one of her professors encouraged her to include fabric. While completing her degree, pregnant with her first daughter, she found that she could no longer stomach the smell of her paints. Years later Bisa earned her BFA in painting from Howard University. If that is not true love, I don’t know what is! We need Black women, and with this exhibit I am simply saying “thank you for everything you have done and continue to do for us, for this country, and for the world at large.She was happy with the dress, but when Bisa showed her grandmother, her grandmother lovingly explained how it wasn't sewn correctly and then proceeded to stay up all night deconstructing and properly re-sewing the dress for her birthday. They deserve to be heard, paid, and protected.They are all of the things that can exist within a soul- soft, delicate, strong, thoughtful, funny, intelligent, and valuable. With this exhibit I am declaring that African American women and mothers deserve to be seen. African American women have a maternal mortality rate that is two times higher and worse than any other racial or ethnic group and the highest amongst developed countries. Things decline exponentially when you factor in race. According to the United Nations women are 25% more likely to live in extreme poverty. Millions of women worldwide are denied access to education, health services, economic opportunities, experience reduced access to food and live in fear of gender based violence. One would think that in our society this would designate women as the most revered of people but unfortunately that is not the case. This labor is rarely rewarded but represents one of the biggest gifts that you can give a human being. It is a literal labor to bring a child into the world and a labor to provide them with all of things that they may need. From the time of conception the mothers body is protecting and growing her child. Mothers are our first caretakers, our first nurturers and teachers. Reverence and respect are in the way he captured them on film, and it urged me to try and do the same.
I saw in his eye beauty, delicacy, loyalty, intelligence and strength. This rumination drew me to the works of Gordon Parks and his view of African American women and mothers. I had to recall their words on a daily basis. As we moved through the pandemic things became increasingly strange and strained watching unarmed African American people get brutalized by the police, or worse killed by violence or inadequate healthcare. I am so grateful for all of the time, energy and love they expended on me and the rest of the family. I lost them both years ago and I’ve had to call on the lessons they taught me to help me manage my adult life. I often find myself thinking of my mother and grandmother, and the words of encouragement that they would say to me.
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