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Artist Exhibitions:
Harlem Studio, Bedford
Styvesant Restoration Arts an
Culture , Harlem State
Building, Prospect Park
Alliance, Victoria Threater of
Harlem, Museum of Art
Archives, Brooklyn Museum ,
Shumburg Library Black
Studies, Medgar Evers College
Archives, United Freedom Fund
, One Chase Bank, Brooklyn
Council Of The Arts,
Independent Living Center,
John F. Kennedy Performing ...
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Artist Galleries:
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Artist Reviews:
Jacqueline has been featured
in 18 one-woman shows.
Jacqueline is documented with
Brooklyn Council of the Arts,
Museum of Modern Art, United
Freedom Foundation, Olympic
Visions in Harlem, John F.
Kennedy Performing Arts,
Humanitarian Services Award,
Harlem State Building,
International Directory of
Artist, American artist for
famous Artist, Schaumburg...
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Artist Statement for Jacqueline Amos
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The Education Of Jacqueline Amos,
Legend Artist and Author
Author and Artist states, I was summoned to be an author and poet/ author, Jacqueline Amos takes you on a Journey the foundation of aesthetics; Jacqueline’s arts exhibit a historical consciousness typical of southern literature. Implementing in her voice value religious or moral interpretations of the world, is loyal to family, friends, and community, and unavoidably confronts a heritage of slavery and racial struggle. Jacqueline conclusions stands firm, she states because of the irony and tragedy of the Negro southern history, I focus on the dignity beyond death, the aesthetics of a free mind, under all odds of slavery, are conscious of human imperfection, social injustice, and the existence of evil in the world. At the same time, I shall bring forth truth that stood beyond the savage abuse of man and his silhouette illusions implemented through the human Gods.
Jacqueline Amos graduate of Medgar Evers College,
minored and majored in Education and the Arts,
documented with the Museum
of Modern Art, 1995, Brooklyn Museum,
1996, and many archives, her favorite Quote,
I shall rise alone, if I must but I
shall bring some of my people home,
I am the sheep that walks towards
the light In this world order,
I as women and all women, must come
together as one, the blessing
of the almighty; who breathe upon
Our trust, it is not the woman
who stands before the mountain, but woman who walk,
with righteousness an dignity, Jacqueline
a true soldier in Gods army.
In this speech Jacqueline states, I am not
a slave, I shall never be label as a slave,
God said I was woman, man say I am,
the daughter of a slave, Harriet Tubman,
Soldier Truth, many sisters, who carried
the cross, God said I was warrior,
In Jacqueline’s books she
speaks of family, and strength, she teaches
the world, you are a gift from God,
stand tall never walk in no mans shadow,
the good slave is a dead slave, one who
has freed his self, from mans destructions,
God is the master, and the devils who have lost his key.
To be an author of the present, and never speaking of the past, the mind cannot conceive the true meaning of historical aesthetics; the source of my instilment details, of the struggles just to stay alive, through indignation, betrayed into the dangerous character of an Author, I sought among the prosperity, to de program the destructions of a tube legations that toxins the mind, a free chose of birth, that constitute my liberty to speak, the army is not an army, when the warrior fights among each other, and the people suffer from the addictive addiction for power, what is revolution? When the windows are closed in, and there is no link, the miss conception of passage, Salvatore of righteousness; the loyalty died when the hero performed miracles. Jacqueline Amos the new energy of the past and future. Jacqueline the master of Arts.
But yet I found the aesthetics; modern Philosophy participated of the refinement, inflicting pain of the dead shall not rise, only if the truth is not told, my pen speaks of the dignity beyond death, the hero’s of inheritance shall not die, only if I choose to speak in darkness, without recovery of my dignity and those who walk with prophecies that was given by the Almighty God in heaven, but unto those who cultivate with their victorious arms of greed, I shall recite the constitution of justice, but unto my people who lived upon the abomination of man and earth which they defended with their blood; excluding the human God’s who dictate the solitary of un spoken truth.
Nevertheless the sensitivity of truth may contaminate the order that has been resolve to an un civilized institution of dead man bureaucracies, I have travel places where no man has gone, subsided by the human death chambers of mind, but yet I conceive my proclamation of educational success through the congestion that the roots shall rise below the porous of the dead roots. In this hierologic prescriptions of those who continue to archive the historical events, consistently to an assertion of the rights of man, and the rights of Nature and events,
I give unto man the blue print of this divesting world, and man who close their eyes to the restitutions of change, yet on this first, and probably last occasion, in this resolution of aesthetics should I embark to see a cause like this rescued from the embroidery of my pen, if I exhort my reevaluations my pen shall become weak, in which I shall obtrude my Sentiments upon the world, I may be sensitize, if I inscribe a piece, whose only merit is the humanity and freedom of its historical lies, sentiments to darkness, shall only submerse the retro active completions of truth, I have principally on this journey under all odds of adjustment to derived them of biblical and historical facts. Beneath a milder sky let peace introduce the genius and arts and the libations of the ancestries, and the integrity without insuring their duration, to invoke passion and let philosophy and science glory in a race of illustrious disciples the prophets’ seminary of spiritual grace.
I'll hear the voices, the ancestors of yesterday, Virtue's legacy of tongues Shall sound against genocide of race, Unto I focus on humble, shall not my dignity be inherited as cowardly infirmity, I stand by the instructions of the Almighty God, and Jesus the son of the savior, I take my instructions, with great wisdom of the stroll, Let thy brother stand in accord, let not their supplier of death, shall the sons of Commerce, fear not the wrath, loyalty if not embraced, worse than the midnight
Devil, Fear not the marksmen plan.
Suffering through the darkness of UN
Recovery, Libation I stand at attention,
trying to understand, the darkness
that lies upon the earth,
Division stronger than the rivers that rise
upon mans feet , The blood that runs from
my veins, I shall take the lashing of the world,
I shall not stand still, I shall run through the
trill of fields, where my ancestors built the liberation,
I shall run with the torch, sub servant to the lord,
crying no victim song, no longer shall I stand still,
summoned from the hill of justice
the resurrection of change, until I
spread the words of the Almighty God.
my people to the mountain, when will we
break the indoctrination of hatred
disregarding all the laws of God, shall
we get it right? I herd it on the mountain
of recovery, one hand on the clock.
The Universe slowly comes to and end.
My native land that lives by the accordance of the devil, after the legacy of our ancestors, multi color rainbow, have we come to
a calamity, where man no longer care?
The treason that sits upon the doors of our ancestors; The doors slowly closing, silhouetted by Satan, The scars of my hand, whispering the history, thou wisdom, thou love, waves fair well. Thou slave of avarice,
that can’t stop the mind.
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