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Claes Oldenburg please sign yuh work

Oldenburg Soft Drainpipe – Blue Feinin Version 2009

To give this installation weight, I filled the canopy with red sand, then tied it together…I think it is a better version of Claes Oldenburg’s sculpture, but I felt it had to do with sex, and Oldenburg’ desire for fucking.

Susie Wong at Amber light District

Miss Wong that is a work of art, it’s not for sale like how you present yourself

Is now I get off meh day evening shift and de WASA truck driver push meh out in de junction wit plenty Red, Amber and Green light. Me accustom to Red, but is now I invite to plus extra shift at Singer Measuring Tape Artise Modern showing. Dat is a clott district playwhe 7 two ball plus, me like to play wit 12 wit four ball. I see is big iron……gate and is New York security lock meh down one time. I stand like cat woman when dis zamie scan meh leg high and brush meh cat slight. I say yuh focking paying meh, is $200 reach already.

I see dem long walkway, is dark, dark and playwhe 7 district far, so I protection wit Carib bottle neck to damage dem mans, womens, dogs, horses and when I is in heat, donkeys to scar dem face if dem try to outsmart meh, watch good is plenty around I do. I walk brave when dis big focking landrover chicken coop nearly lick meh way and pelt meh on de side of de road where I is accustom, I say dat fowl better not be Amber cause I just razor up dis week meh cat and call it ah Susie just in case.

I see tick Singer Measuring Tape wood sign and I stoop down and pull-out meh Macintosh Plantain Pro 17inch to see if meh web cam working and read meh email invite. I slip it back wit ease. I see stair like World Trade and dem all strong strapping firetruckman dead in vain and dem prick waste, I pray dem getting plenty brush in Heaven. I raise meh leg on de landing and work and rub each time, is higher and stronger till I mount de last step, I release, meh cat smile and make meh sheer pantie hose flint and cause flame between meh legging.

As I reach dem Cobo look so, and so and so like chicken neck when dem man,women, dog, horse and donkey use to eye around meh cat wit dem totee eye and mout. I watch junior sec painting… and remember….. ah remember but I ca remember, or is handicap International Art expo. Meh ain’t see Amber light, but meh see candle light in church anyhow build under tent. I say, why dem eh tell meh is dis, I win Miss Best Village prize ready, and meh in Sunday best, when is table clott garment and tie dem expect.


Amber light district, Singer Measuring Tape Artise Modern, National Housing Tenants playwhe 7, bu, bu, Susie yuh tief ah Amber?

As ah surprise dem pay full and to meh too is plus extra shift I must wok, dem Cobo expect meh to brush small Amber special wit book reading option. If meh cat have to wok separate shift, dat is not meh business, I does like to catch up on meh night reading bible, so far preface II, I reach after ten year. Meh eye pick up on de jumbie dark wor-king obeah on de side, den I see Amber dark jumbie skip and hopscotching straight in front. Meh see Le Crapo preacher Paris visit wit ah visage to cause meh cat to zip up like Nun and fock free everyting in site, include de two iron pillar holding up de roof ready.

Amber jumbie in Artise per-for-mance calling spirit to wake in front of National Housing Tenants. Dem still grinning at he wit teet. Le Crapo hopping, me say why dem eh trow fish net to hole he still. Is is sudden meh cat unzip, just so and meh body Belfon Bicycle in reverse. Meh knee begin to exercise wit thigh master double and I dream of donkey…….. I feel I catching meh Best Village past….. Dance de Bellair oh Dance de Bellair…Me centre on Grand Stand Stage, representing meh Village, me, dance like Queen bee, de soca drumming have meh head in ah spin, meh wagang spirit leaving meh cat..and ah artiste spirit taking over. I is now I begin to dis-cover I is ah ……..Where de garbage truck to buy meh art supple, like old wood, roof nail and scrap find car-nival stick in bead costume wit Elmer.

Meh cat slap meh quick, Susie Wong is five years yuh still have life in and sideways. I raise meh Bellair skirt invisible, and wand and dance meh way out of de place. Ah jump on de hand railing backwards and ride and lub up for free, I take two short and one long drop to de iron gate front, I cuff down and take meh money, and scar de security wit de bottle neck still for being a stinking zammie cause me never going focking back. I wave down every maxi taxi full wit man till I reach territory, meh Wood-Break and meh backseat five door mattress. Is home free I is. I tink all meh life, meh nanny look after meh when I skin down hill, meh nanny watch meh bruise. Is meh nanny who teach meh so to stand like cat woman, is meh nanny I do so remember.

Susie Wong is the pumpkin vine sister of La Diablesse

Violence Blooms 2006-2009 Trinidad


Dhow Dhow and Pax Pax, three years of work using the technique of straight stitch applique

Violence Blooms, Adele Todd explains,  ” In 2005 I was in China as a participant in the Second Beijing Biennial. In our last few days in the city, a friend and I found out about a wonderful Buddhist temple. We took a taxi and arrived in time for the latter half of the prayers in the courtyard of the temple. While there I observed some very detailed hanging curtains that were adorned with embroidered flowers done in traditional Chinese style. It was then that the idea for violence blooms emerged. The concept was to do much larger embroidery work on the theme of violence in boys as they grow to adulthood. I looked at the idea that Trinidad and Tobago on the one hand represents an idyllic space and yet faces so much internal conflicts from the people themselves.”


Embroidered Anthuriums, back view


Detail of Anthuriums

Adele Todd
Violence Blooms

But Y, I have dat painting


Dem ain’t know I have meh hibiscus flower set  already, but me ain‘t seeing no Porsche pictture ?

As I reach dis man open de glass door, I feel big cause me does look small. I see de big floor and tile I hear sell out. Is dem who come early and raff dem quick on sale, I steups, it gripping meh shoe nice, I steups again. Ah smile, ah say evening to miss lady who give meh almanac, it glossy, I keeping. I look around, is first time me entering artise art showing. Ah looking for Hazel or Hazel Pierre, T.T.T., me ain’t see dem. Ah say dem should be on Mainly for Women. A restaurant man come up to meh, he asked,” what would you like to drink?” I say, meh ain’t in here to spend big money like Hilton, de man say is free, I say free, somebody is paying here for dat, it must be you. I change meh mind, I take de sorrel, Christmas coming. Is sweet. I see restaurant woman come out wit plate, den dem odders in full action and pelt round she, I say she better have food badge, meh ain’t jorting down for fish pie to stink up me mout. I see one make big circle when she have plenty in she belly already, dis is ah wake, who dead?

I see dem standing close, quiet dem talking, quiet like if is secret and dress like wedding but attending funeral. I see Guardian clippings with children who is gone  missing,  den I see plenty Christmas paper cardboard box stick on wall wrap wit no bow. Me open meh almanac, it look like annual report and  have  pict-ture and writing small. I put on meh glasses, I reading, I see de word portraits, me ain’t understand,  me remember only portrayal at mas time. I see de Savannah, ah say how de kodak snap it so bad? Dem ca take pict-ure straight.

So I begin to read annual report selling. I read is twin sisters artise art showing like high school o’level, I say dat nice, family helping with Christmas decoration, one looking giant, de other looking smiley. I look, I see dem flee Guardian clippings and picking Christmas box wrapping. Me ain’t know why, I does carefully save meh Christmas and birtday paper since I born. If I decide to stick up with nail in meh house, is like salon. Yuh surprise, I does know dat word, meh nephew teach meh well on art, he living in Paris.

I say is must be raffle, dem need to shake box and pick. I read annual report, I see meh pension dem asking for empty box wrap with fancy Christmas paper wit gold and green flower print on it,  I see meh pension six month ask for two cardboard box cover with use clico calendar, meh heart beating like fowl ready to kill.  I looking for de glass door leaving, me put down dem glass fast, but drink all de sorrel still. Meh eye glimpse what I see trew meh louvers each morning , meh bunch of sexy pink, is tirteen pension check dem want. Well de Lawd and Gate I reach, meh leg give way like ballerina , me ca remember, I dead so quick. Den meh wake in meh nightie in sweat. Is nightmare Soucouyant take meh.  Praise de Lawd, is dream oui, is dream, I is on meh whole mattress wit same flower like fancy Christmas box wrap paper.

Judith & Irénée
Shaw Exhibition
12 – 22, 2009

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A Great Day in Trinidad and Tobago’s History – A.T.

Rain, nah, I still going, is fete remember…All inclusive


Today I ended a chapter in my work from many perspectives. Ended is a large body of embroidery on violence in Trinidad and Tobago. Certainly it is not the last of making these pieces that I have focused on for a decade. Yet, ended is the requirements taken to research this topic.

The space chosen for this departure was the University of the West Indies. A space called ‘The House’, on Warner Street. An old colonial bungalow, practically forgotten. Used for classes, but bereft of care.

The show continues to the 28th of August, 2009.
Titled Police an’ Tief, I look at crime in Trinidad and Tobago from four perspectives.
The police,
The criminal,
The judiciary and
The victims.
The colour choices for each grouping:


Walking into “The House’ was a sight to behold, alot of work needed to be done to get it in shape. In some ways the house was a testament to the state of Trinidad today. On the one hand, the past stared me in the face in the guise of the old abstract patterned curtains, dusty with wear.
Many made promises, empty from the start. No one really wants to touch this topic. They will talk, and tell you how brave, how talented, how important. But they stay away from this issue.

Nonetheless,this is a tribute to all of those who stay, the photographers in our society who take the thankless, sad pictures of our fellow men felled in service, the crying victims, the arrogant perpetrators…

The POWER OF THREAD is the point of my works.

THREAD is the work.


REMEMBER 23.08.09

The end of Graffiti in Trinidad, Hallelujah

The great debate – Clinton Anthony Cummings, Spade and Louse


This stencil sign has been removed

Readers who may be concerned over the implications of graffiti art in Trinidad. The question remains to some. Is graffiti a form of Art, is it a form of social commentary or just an act of vandalism?

A open request to the Graffiti artists tagged as MANF, HEF, JAP, KRAZE, SPADE, HOWOK, CH3W@H, KONK and SPIT. Voice your concerns in a constructive way, explain to the public why this type of Art form is necessary.


Where graffiti artist Clinton Anthony Cummings once slept, would any of the taggers above like to exchange in his place? The end of Graffiti in Trinidad, Hallelujah. The bookman has fallowed this man’s work since 2004. Thank you Anthony for asking the question,”Where have all the thinkers gone?” He should be tagged PRIDE

Open Dirty Talk – Erotic Week in TT continues – Corner Bar

My jeans feeling tight boy, ah just buy dem today – A patron at the show


A fashion show that caused women to gaze over the male form, Corner Bar, Trinidad

Packed to capacity, The Open Up Spoken Word gave an incite into the use of language as to relay the wanting of Love and Sex. Performers as part the series of Erotic Art based exhibitions held at different venues in Port of Spain lured the eager public what they came and longed for Dirty Talk . And expressed in its raw form, interpreted from memory, words and with some zeal. Participants braved the crowd and got a few supporter singing their tune – Pussy munching time. The video shows a few clips from the event