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-4- Sherman Beck BLOWS MINDS. Be a Libra. He don' write on his pieces. He don' even name 'em. Don' need to. His Locus; the black/people/mind. Images come exploding out at you past a thousand infinities. It's deep. Yeah. He sayin exceed your possibilities, people! Gerald Williams got something for you. A piece called "Wake Up." You hip to King Alfred?/Off. U.S. Govt. Campaign re: black folk? You should be. see Gen-o-cide. You better. Oshun, Oba, and Yansan..."Wives of Shango" by Jeff Donaldson. Three sisters in proud affirmation of their womb-manness. Wives of Shango consorts to the god of thunder armed and ready to move toward family/people/nation. Black/woman our Queen/self exquisitely honored by Jeff Donaldson ...who loves us. The ten bad relevant artists usher in a rich phenomenon--COOLADE COLORS. You hip to our flavor/hues? Orange, grape, lemon-lime cherry black-cherry. Can't nobody do in/with/to them what we were born knowing where/when/how to do. Click. (On my way out the gallery I saw a Sunday sister in a tunic -- 1/2 orange, 1/2 lemon-lime, and 1/2 size too small.) Aw right! They Know! COOLADE COLORS for days! And they jus don' be puttin reds and yellows and purples and greens together to be singingno rainbows. see Dells. they make 'em jump out/beat out your heartthrob.