I heard through a certain vine that there were some not-so-kind. Stories tell of how they hung many out to dry. Generations struggled, yet still we got by. Swinging in that heat, over time, our fruit became sweet. Became wise. To their surprise, our now aged raisins improvised. Strange to them, we capitalized on the given time and reseeded to reproduce. To become a sweeter, wiser, race of abundant, delicious fruit.
Narrative points:
- A carved hand from the tree of humanity, the color distinguishes the who.
- A noose made of vine. Faces of those who contributed to their careers, making it possible for newer generations to achieve greatness.
- The title “Strangely Fruitful ” is written in the vines.
- The umbilical cord of new growth attached to the infant.
M. Jackson, E. Till ,I.B. Wells ,S. Chisholm, N. Simone, J. Owens, P.Robeson, R. Foxx, M. L. King Jr., B. Holiday, F. Douglass, H. Tubman, L. Hughes, R. Parks, and me.
The inspiration for the painting comes from a song entitled “Strange Fruit” with a positive spin.
