Last year during 2017, Matthew Angelo Harrison brought together an exhibit that used 3D printing. He collected old artifices he found and had his homemade 3D printer recreate them. Culture Lab Detroit presented public work pieced together by Gary Simmons. His artwork consist of piecing together musical flyers of different genres that held a political message and context that is taken place on pop culture. The creative energy that Culture Lab Detroit is offering for our city is inspiring for the youth that are creative entrepreneurs on the rise.
This year modern art renaissance became a forefront on Detroit’s Narrative as Culture Lab Detroit reveals new work for this up-coming year. October 11th-12th will highlight artist of different background having public discussion around the topic, “Crisis of Beauty”. The event will also be attended by Peter Weller, who had a lead role in the 1987s block buster Robo Cop. This event will also include many other panels that showcases progressive Detroit.
I am personally excited for this different kind of progression Detroit is seeing. Creative work is bursting like streams of light within the city’s recovering period we are seeing. It also gives the inner-city youth something positive to come and enjoy. Bringing great enlightenment in the young-minds that starve for great wisdom.
I often am at work for at-least forty plus hours. I do not have time to see my wife. I yearn for love and attention. I want all my family, even those that are not immediate to come on a shit talking diet. We enjoy what it means to have the simplicity of life at are finger tips. Let classic times roll and cold beers be crisp within our finger tips. I have time to even hear my kids in the other room having the time of their life. Nothing in life can’t take away from this happy bubble we live in. Accepting that life is not bad as it is. I see Betty shaking away too the classic Ninety R-N-B music we once all enjoyed. You ever seen Uncle Larry throw down a deadly ace while you have the other five at the table shocked in aw. I never want it too end. Then I get a call from my boss.
It is all business at this point. A lifeless jelly suit takes my emotional body by force. Instantly I go from this kind caring person, to an instantaneous jerk that hates all my co-workers. This ass-hat twenty-two year old I work with that seems like a snob runs me like a fuck buck. How in the world we let a Twenty-Two year old run a fifty-five year old wild. Welcome to america, the land of where a person can tell me what to do with a simple college degree while I still have to make time to get mine. As this little twenty-two year old is giving me command I go into a day dream. Thinking on the time I spent with my family that one afternoon. The kids smile on my faces when I bring them the nicest electronic devices life has to ever ask for. I instantly think on what my family means to me. Be an asshole….I do not need anyone in life except for the people around me. The people that love me make me feel complete and whole. Why do I need anybody when I have a community of different talented people that live with me in my house ? The ones that keep me happy. I do not have time for people extra bullshit and games. What is a statistic when the people that are in my house-hold beat the statistics with me. I uplifted my children from factors with-out even have to call for governmental assistance. More so like we did.
I think in my time as I gained wisdom walking on my feet, I realized family is the only thing that matters.
You ever seen a dope-fiend beg you for a dollar so they can get their next fix from the blow house. You ever seen a little girl mom become a call-girl so she can provide for her family. Life is viscous as it get from the jungle. I went to school everyday and got called ugly by my peers because I did not have the latest pair of gym-shoes at my disposal. I remember standing in line eating reduced lunch because I could not even afford the price of a full school lunch. Man oh man, I remember the days going to school felt like I was stimulating a penitentiary system. Growing up, I had to do things I did not want to do in-order to survive. I had to wear clothes I did not want to wear because it was affordable. When I was younger, all I ever wanted was a piece of the bigger pie. My dad was busy working at a factory all the way out in Detroit. We usually worked twelve hour days so he can provide food on the table. Then this man had child-support garnish his wages unfairly. Because the crazy woman he had dated from the projects way back in his younger days strikes with vengeance. She only let him see his kids on the weekend.
The heartbreak we felt as a family growing up was tough. The struggles I had to endure was tremendous. I never seen so much poverty in my life until I stayed in the ghetto. I was happy when the simple times rolled around and we get a chance to celebrate. In the name of Jesus I was grateful for Christmas. Each and every time Christmas rolled around and then my little shine on had passed. I real life thought selling dope was the answer for my selfish desires I wanted in life. The coolest kid in my class had all the best games at his finger tips. The respect had came on me when I had the new Bred 11’s people was throwing a rage about. Them shoes had all the girls stopping too stare at me for a couple seconds. Flushed in the face with dropped eyes. The bully that took my lunch money every noon even gave me some dap in the hall-way. Man oh man, them struggle days where something.
Now I can be the grown man I always wanted to be in life. I am now the calmest person ever when I work so hard and see my benefits multiply. I do not even need to have the fanciest shit ever in my life. I grew up not having it. I grew up not knowing what is to be spoiled. I swear I was like Rolf from Edd, Ed and Eddy. The man that grew up in ol country times, yet had to get it off the muscle.
The battle in Syra continues to run a ruin. Leaving at-least 7 villages deystroyed. A man recalls twenty-one of his relatives being killed. The war is ripping apart families. Men watch their houses get raided as their families abducted, then terrorist rape the woman in front of their families. This war is vilating these people human-rights and culture. In syrian; it is tradition to wait for marriage. Each woman has been persecuted by their families after they have been victimized by something that is out of their will-power. Some never accepted back into their family homes. The woman are also raped in prison then sent pictures of the crime to their husband. One woman exclaimed she seen her friend raped before her eyes in the detition centor. After her friend was raped, she seen her friend that was pregnant get group raped by multiple men. Before the torture started she was dragged out of her home. Then brought to a location she can not even recall. A person was sitting at the front desk eating pitaschios. He threw them at her and preceed to call her vial names. The man she remembers vividly that did this to her goes by the name- Lieutenant Colonel Suleiman from Tartus
Bombs have been laid in the middle of the street killing countless cilvilians. The death toll of this war has been estimated to be over one-hundred thousand. As I am digesting this information. I ask myself, how does one be able to process a massacure that is going on. I am horrified. Not to mention, are immigration laws are ripping apart families as they try to cross the border. In hopes of leaving a war torn country just to stare face into the eyes of a new threat. People in the united states have shown such a disregard for life that exist outside of this country.
Civil war is the reason why we have mass killing going on right now in this country. It is like The Purge is taking place. A doctor in a facility has found it in his heart to let one of the woman be freed after being brutally sexually assasulted, causing her to pass out. She was taken to the centre in order to be treated. The doctor told her she will be pronounced dead and then smuggled out. This is by a brutal hand forcasted from; militia groups, regimes and terrorist all trying to establish a law or believe system in a country. This war is deystroying the planet humans live on.
Napalm Spot sat down and interviewed one of the clothing companies that has major promises for the future. Being on the up-rise in Detroit, they have gained attention, increasing popularity and revenue. The clothing company shows no halt, they continue to excel by bringing together creative minds alike for a great turn-out. Contacting vendors and renting space too showcase the potential here that is offered. Stephen shared some thoughts on the future of the company and the promises it holds.
“I was very happy about the turnout of the Meetup. There’s already over 150 photos posted on Instagram from the event (check out #bxnkmeet to see the photos). I’m confident that there’s a bright future for Detroit’s creative industry witnessing all the talented creatives and artists at the event.
Since we are so new, we haven’t had a chance to see if brand responsibility is helping boost sales. We’ve been really focusing on marketing and these pop-up events, and that’s definitely been helping. However, I know other brands that focus on brand responsibility, that’s where all of their sales come from”- @Doubleohstephen
Muralist Carl Oxley decided to spruce up a railroad duct in downtown royal oak. Having been abandoned and not being looked after. He took his painting talents and spruce up things a bit in his community. He got arrested for not going through the process that city council requires for murals to be decorated on the side of buildings. They described it as, “Not liking the color of someone’s fence and changing the color of it.” People in his community was outraged when they found out he got a misdemeanor charge for something the city that has not been looked after in years. It was depressing to see. So he let his paint brush free.
He does not want to see a community go to waste. The man that was a paint brushing hero gave life to many people. The life of his art got him a gig to do a painting on a woman’s garage, he received three-hundred dollars for the painting. People started leaving decorations of their own on his mural. The outrage caused a far cry, making more support for this artist work. I think people just want something positive out of a negative. That what makes a motivating force, especially when it is done out of the positive outlook on someone else’s time and life.
Me growing up in the big city “Detroit” , Michigan; it is a lot to the neighborhood life here. You have people at the local barbershops having cookouts with their barbeque grills fired up. You got some people selling water bottles on street corners. We have abandoned buildings and dilapidated houses but still got community leaders that want to see the better of the city. Detroit is more than Detroit, it is a town that consist of hero’s, workers and hustlers. They say the dollar is the common ground of why Detroiters move. In my eyes it is more than that, I believe it is the love of their life, family and sometimes careers.
I think a human beings greatest threat is a dollar. Yes, are actions must equate to making the dollar. When we receive payment for our deeds, it is a kind thank you for the quality of work I did for today. That is not what defines business though, I think business comes from having a passion for the community. Knowing the ins and outs of your local scene to be able to build up a strive- contributing to economic success. I would not describe Detroit as a city of, “hustlers”. Maybe that is the case in the more urban areas. When the bigger thought is captured in the mind and heart of a Detroiter. It is a better life that is being chased.
With the economic declined that happened when Kwame Kilpatrick was in office. We watched the population decreased from at-least a million going down too six-hundred thousand. Moving to places like California, Arizona and even Atlanta. The dollars value here has inflated, rising cost and people being lost out of a house. Fast forward too the year 2018, the city has now became better. Downtown Detroit is seeing a revitalization and the artist community is starting to thrive along with it. In my opinion, what makes a Detroiter ? The grit, grime and never being able to be killed. What won’t kill me, will make me stronger.