Here is a coloring page the I entitled 'Hearts and Smiles'. I mainly used red, pink, orange and a color the is named macaroni and cheese. I was using an old box of Crayola crayons and I am not sure if they still name colors of odd things, but I think that the color of macaroni and cheese finished the picture pretty well. Please share your thoughts on this one for it would really be appreciated.
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Mark Graham
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Hats
'Hats' is one when I started thought it was a picture of small heads for some reason, but when I started coloring I noticed there were no faces under the hats. I used crayons from light to dark, as in peach and yellow to dark purple. If you colored this page how would you have seen it? Please comment.
By Mark Graham8 days ago in Critique
"Home"
"Home" at the Todd Haimes Theatre was originally brought to Broadway in 1980 after a stint at the Negro Ensemble Company the year prior. Written by Samm-Art Williams (who died just before previews begun), follows the life of Cephus Miles (Tory Kittles) as he moves back and forth in his life from the late 1950's to the present. As people move away from Cross Roads, North Carolina, a farm area, workers are difficult to find, family members have passed, but he loves the land;" loves the black sod beneath his feet". Even though he works in a mill during the winter months, he lives for the days that he is able to work the land. From tobacco, corn and other crops, this is what gives Cephus the most pleasure.
By Robert M Massimi. ( Broadway Bob).6 days ago in Critique
making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskar2 days ago in Feast
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Lol there's a colour called macaroni and cheese?