Contents Page 2 - Matching Game pAge 3 - “Terrence Edward Honor Mann Carey Is An Artist” by Terrence Carey A Photograph Of Kerry James Marshall paGe 5 - “The Metamorphosis of Dorian Gray” by Will Sondheim pagE 7 - “A Portrait of Kerry James Marshall” by John Cibula paGe 8 - Maze pAge 9 - “Tonald Drump’s Inaugural Address” by Jeff Cotten Page 11 - “Untitled” by John Cibula pAge 12 - “30 Self-Portraits In 30 Minutes” by Hal Baum paGe 13 - “Bitch got issues” or “Transcend” by Kimberly Vaughn pagE 14 - Credits
Table Of Contents MATCHING GAME! Try to match the title from the Table of Contents with the artist who contributed it! Draw line from the title to the photo of the artist (in their KJM pose) who contributed it! (hint: try to find context clues in the writing)
A couple months back, I was at a stand up showcase, and I was being introduced to someone. As I shook her hand, my name wasn’t enough, she wanted to know who Terrence was. “Are you a comedian?” “No,” I said, “I’m an artist.” She walked away. “Fuck,” I thought. “Why didn’t I just say yes, that was so fucking pretentious. I am a comedian…” …but… It wasn’t until dinner that night, when I thought “wait. I am an Artist. I’ve put in the ART hours. I got my degree in theatre, with a concentration in acting. I took ‘Yes, And’ classes. I wrote poems and raps about love and other clichés. I make mugs with faces on ‘em. I went to open mics and DIY venues that smelled like cigarettes and middle children.” “Nigga, I’m an artist.” With this awakening thought I’ve implored myself to make a list of 15 goals to help me embrace this exciting transition I’m going through as an official Artist. Hopefully this will help other shy Artists come out and reach their full Artistry.
15 ARTIST GOALS 1. Always introduce yourself as an Artist. (ie. “Hey, I’m Terrence. Art is Life.”) 2. TALK TO YOURSELF. Even in public. (If you see someone looking at you, tell them [a] you’re going over a monologue or [b] genius’s talk to themselves.) 3. Write poems and raps to yourself, about how you’re the shit and nobody can touch you. 4. Touch everything. 5. Toast some whole wheat bread. Spread some Crunchy PB on one side. Strawberry Jam on the other. Slice some bananas and throw that on the PB slice. Sprinkle cinnamon, cranberries and a prayer for a bright future for all. 6. Eat more water. Get on that spinach. You remember Popeye. Dude had the *JUICE 7. Go to art shows, look at each painting, and try to say 1000 words for em. 8. When spotting street Art, Stop. Drop (whatever you have). And Moan. 9. Put up a solo show. Don’t make a FB page or tell anybody about it. The people who come through are your Real Friends. How many of ‘em? How many jealous?? 10.Your mentality has to be, where you want to be. So celebrate success right with Ciroc. Err night. 11.Mediate until you see Black Jesus. 12.Look up power poses. Do power poses in the mirror and in front of people with those funny red hats lying about Amerikkka. 13.Love more. Hurt people hurt people. Stay positive, baby. 14.Get money. But be Free. You feel me? 15.You can tell the future. All you have to do is write it. Or Paint it. Or Poem it. Or Mug it. 16.Overachieve those goals you set for yourself. *JUICE means you got that energy, to do or overcome anything. (Look up song: Juice by Chance the Rapper). If you got the JUICE, you feel that there are Powers that Be— spiritually—and you are feeling that wave. And sometimes it’s hard to feel that vibe, if your body’s filled with toxicants or dehydrated. FEEL THAT YOU GOT THE JUICE. Go Art.
THE METAMORPHOSIS OF DORIAN GRAY On November 9th I woke up to find that I was, in fact, a beetle. Just the night before I had been a red blooded, white-skinned, cisgendered, American-Male, but here I am: a big ol’ bug. I know what you’re thinking. Kafka and that bug and that book and all that and you’re right: this isn’t new. That German did it years ago. Even in my beetle-brain I know this has happened before and again and is always happening somewhere, smaller, invisibly, and now, well, now it’s just obvious because of these six giant legs and these greasy iridescent wings pressed to my back and the glimpse of myself in the mirror (YIKES. That will take some getting used to. Maybe never? Should I not get - ), but this is just the way it is now. It’s the way it was too, but now it’s the way it is now again. If that makes sense? No. So. Ok. It’s like…The Ugly Duckling! Yes. But instead of ducks it’s a bunch of caterpillars and they crawl into their chrysalises or sleeping bags or whatever one night, and instead of butterflies they wake up (or never go to sleep) and they’re cockroaches! It’s like that. They wake up uglier. Should I be afraid? I’m not afraid. I’ve never been afraid before and I’m not scared now. I am fearless and full of life and hope and A sound at the door sends me skittering to the ceiling and I wedge myself between a droopy light fixture and the corner of the wall and remain completely still. Some white sploogey stuff squirts out of my feet and I throw-up some yellow goop that means STAY BACK because I’m scared and the white sploogey stuff lets me stick up there which is pretty clutch. The sound passes and I realize I’ve been holding my breath and then I realize I can’t breathe and then realize I don’t breathe anymore and, well, yeah that’s it. We don’t realize how our ears roar with blood or how our chest beats or how loudly our brains whir and spin until we have the silent privacy of an exoskeleton - I’ve never been so lonely inside of my own body.
Oh! Speaking of which. There. In the corner. My white skin slumps, a white baggy tarp wadded up behind the bed. I fold the rubbery white trunks of my old arms across my old white chest. My skin deflates a bit more with with a wet fart and I suddenly want nothing to do with it. What I was is now clipped toenails and cut hair on the floor. Was me. Not me now. My guess, and I’m no scientist, but it seems I may have melted inside of myself, dribbled out, and then hardened into this current beetle shape. A mold. Or perhaps I was the beetle in there all along? Part of me? Already it’s getting hard to imagine being a person — like trying to remember details of a friend’s laugh or that feeling of being sick and not being able to imagine not feeling…not feeling…that way. I can only imagine the now, now. The nownow. Ow. I’m at the mirror again and I see that the light has switched on, and OH it’s a door, it’s A DOOR not a mirror, and I’ve scurried out into the light and there’s nowhere to hide and the floor is covered in cockroaches like me, US, millions, more than I imagined but as many as I knew, I thought I was different but I’M THE SAME or I feel the same this morning and last morning and the morning before so STOP IT, but there aren’t more bugs than there used to be, now we’re just all out here in the light, and if you’re scared, know that we’re scared too. We’re terrified and we say we’re mad. We’re blind with fear, we’re bugs and we’re out in the light and we’re in charge now so please make the fear go away because everything we do, we do because we’re afraid of the light the same way you’re afraid of the dark.
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Tronald Dump’s Inaugural Address People of the United States of America, I want to thank you again for supporting and choosing me to be your president. It’s been a long road but we finally made it. I’ve got big plans ahead, believe me. Big. So I’m going to keep this short and sweet. Those here with me today should be proud of such a historic moment in history. After eight years of being torn to pieces by a corrupt [Obama] administration, it is finally time to tear down the old, and begin with the new. It is time that someone, me, took America back. And I know there has been a lot of speculation about what my actual “policies” and “plans” will be. But I’m here now to tell you my plan. Do you wanna know my plan? My plan… is to unite this country. Because that’s the only way we can make this country great again, folks. Are you ready to hear my policies? Here it is. First, let me tell you about what Making America Great Again means. Because, it really hasn’t been that great in a looooong time, really. A long time. You know what makes a country great? I’ll tell you. The people. Americans. Make America great… But people, non-Americans, have been invading this country, folks… illegally. Terrorists. Immigrants. Just monstrous people. More and more every day. It’s been going on for years. Centuries even. Unwanted visitors come and overstay their welcome and start taking our jobs, our land, our lives. But that’s all going to start to change. Because, as president of these United States, I vow to send each and every one back where they came from… (16 minutes of booing but mostly cheering) That being said, I have great ideas and ways to solve the crises that have devastated this country for so long. First things first, and this is a big one people, are you listening? The first thing I’m going to do. Oh, and I’m not building a wall. No, I know, but that won’t be happening it won’t be necessary. Day one, folks. I’m issuing a mass deportation on all Mexicans, legal or otherwise. The rapists and drug pushers hiding in our families’ homes that are coming from down there is ridiculous. We cannot allow that in this country. They can all live together back where they came from in… Mexico and take their murders with them. And while that’s happening, I’ll also be dealing with the inner city problem. It’s just terrible out there. We’ve got poverty, crime, drugs, gangs, no jobs. Listen, these people are living in warzones. They can't even get to school, which there school system is a nightmare, by the way, without being killed in the street. Our police force can barely contain them. And arming them with military grade gear isn’t going to solve it. We can’t afford to keep losing good officers and people for no reason. And so… I will also be sending all the blacks back to Africa. I know, I know… I know it sounds impossible, but I’ve got excellent people working on it as we speak. They’re looking into everyone’s distant ancestry and heritage. You won’t believe how accurate their equipment is. Simply, the best equipment possible, I can’t stress that enough. It’s going to be great. We’re sending them alllll back, folks. Everyone’s going back, really. Except for the Indians, of course, I mean, Native Americans. The Indians are going back too… (A man in the crowd shouts “Even the whites?”)
That reminds me, I have to address the elephant in the room… ISIS. Hilary and Obama’s baby. And ISIS has infiltrated our country too. They’ve brought the war to us many, many times. Many times. But I’m going to wipe ISIS out of this country in one fell swoop. Mark my words, we are going to seek out and find those who are, could be, or aren’t associated with ISIS. I’m talking Syrians, Arabs, Muslims, Jews, you name it! They will all be returning to their countries of origin. I know it may seem unbelievable to hear me tell you how easily I’m going to fix America but I want you to know, you aren’t dreaming. I will make America great again just like I’ve promised you all this time. And I still get non-believers, can you believe that? Naysayers. The same ones protesting against me even after I won. I’m not mad about it. I forgive you. And I will be there when you realize what horrendous shape this country truly was in before I stepped in. But I digress. Let me move back to the issues. I’m currently negotiating a deal with [China]. Where we will be sending an equal amount to them as they send to us. So, when you buy something that says MADE IN CHINA, we will send them back something made in America, say, a person. Specifically, of Chinese or Asian descent. Now, I know what you’ve probably asked yourself by now. What about people of multiple color? I’ll tell you this, here is what I’m gonna do. If you are biracial, triracial, or what-have-you, I am going to allow you to choose where you want to deport to based on the options available to you. How about that? Go wherever you want, honestly but you can’t stay here. (Nervous laughter) Then, once that’s all taken care of, my administration and I will be moving on to the next stage, this stage is YUGE. Probably the YUGEST step. In order to revolutionize the American way, I will be introducing a new form of currency known as Trump dollars... or Trump bucks, or Trump$ but the “s” is a “$”. This new type of money will become the standard for all American exchanges and services. Each Trump dollar will run at a significantly higher value than the original dollar bill. Which means, so, for example, one Trump dollar would be the equivalent of something like $1,000 American. That isn’t the final number, of course, I was just throwing out small numbers. None of this has been finalized yet, we’re still ironing out the fine print and details but that is the idea. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to convert your Trump dollars to the old dollars since they will be rendered obsolete. But you shouldn’t be discouraged because, thanks to my previously mentioned initiatives, there will be an abundance of jobs available. You’re welcome. And once all that has been accomplished, Melania will take Barron back with her to Slovenia. Eric, Ivanka, and Donald Jr. will be returning with their mother to Moravia. Tiffany will be going back with her mother. And I will be returning to my cold, dark, hole in Hell. Because by then, I guarantee you that, at long last, America will be great again. Thank you, everyone. (9 minutes of cheering but mostly booing)
In sixth grade I was so lame. I was so lame that I still played with Bratz dolls—“BRRRRATZ!” Bratz dolls are those big-headed bimbo looking dolls with tiny bodies and they had a “passion for fashion.” Their clothes looked like Jlo’s wardrobe and accessories in her music video with Ja-Rule, “I’m Real (remix).” I mean their hair had length and shine—like a Pantene commercial—juicy full lips, and clothes that accentuated every curve of their plastic body. I was so lame that I would pretend to be friends with this girl that had so many Bratz Dolls, and I would request to have sleepovers at her place just so I could plan to steal her dolls. How fucking petty, right? I would steal clothes and accessories from her Bratz dolls ‘collection—even a pregnant Barbie doll. I even stole one of her male Bratz dolls—yes, they did have male BRATZ, and his name was Ethan, and his skin was ashy gray—I guess, to keep it ambiguous? She ended our sleepovers after she noticed the pregnant Barbie doll went missing, because how could you forget about her? Sixth grade was one of the most significant turning points in my life. I didn’t have many friends, I was socially awkward, quiet—until I was home—I didn’t like myself and my peers knew. Today, I’m 24, graduated with my BA’in Theatre, networking and meeting new people every day, and smothered with love by the people who matter. However, every now and then, when I start a new chapter in my life, I check in with the sixth grade me. She’s still there. Everything from your past made you who you’re today. So, check in with them.
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