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Phelonise Willie

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dreamy Oil Pastel on Paper 8 X 10 © Phelonise Willie
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cosmos # 1 Mixed Media on Paper 8 X 10 © Phelonise Willie
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purple man Watercolor & Crayon on Paper 8 X 10 © Phelonise Willie
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creme de la creme Oil on Canvass 24 X 36 © Phelonise Willie
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inside Mixed Media on Paper 8 X 10 © Phelonise Willie
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words Mixed Media on Paper 8 X 10 © Phelonise Willie
Thoughts
thoughts... Mixed Media on Paper 8 X 10 © Phelonise Willie
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blue Christ Oil Pastel on Paper 8 X 10 © Phelonise Willie
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innocence Oil Pastel on Paper 8 X 10 © Phelonise Willie
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specificity Mixed Media Paper 11 X 14 © Phelonise Willie
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homeless in America Mixed Media on Paper 8 X 10 © Phelonise Willie
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in my solitude Oil on Canvass 24 X 36 © Phelonise Willie
Certainty
certainty Oil Pastel on Paper 8 X 10 © Phelonise Willie
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12 year old with amputated clitoris dreaming of orgasm Oil on Canvass 24 X 36 © Phelonise Willie
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stations of the cross Mixed Media on Paper 12 X 18 © Phelonise Willie
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The Legend of St. Indigo, 2008 Oil Pastel 24 X 36
Me
Quick Facts
Birthplace
Harlem
Birth year
year of the parrot
Lives in
Brooklyn
Works in
Space
Statement

I paint to make order out of chaos. And I write to make order out of chaos. And yet, for me, the two disciplines are very polar. Writing is all specificity. If you’re honest you must cut your heart out and dissect it. Strip yourself naked in headlights. It’s a bloody painful process. But it’s an addiction. I would never write if I could kick the habit.
So perhaps I began painting because I can’t stop writing and was desperately in need of a vacation in paradise. To a space where I leave mind and body behind - leave the earth to explore the firmament. Since I didn’t study, Painting remains a sweet Anarchy. There are no rules except those I invent. Scary but thrilling! I know some artists focus studiously on what they’re painting. I try not to. I do my best work listening to music so wonderful it distracts me so completely I literally forget what I’m doing. Like the statue hiding inside the uncut stone, I find paintings buried inside the whiteness covering canvasses. I excavate them by lathering on color until the painting waiting below bleeds thru like palimpsest. And if it speaks some foreign tongue I can’t decipher, I go on painting until it turns into vernacular. When I share some vision dug up like artifact and someone is interested enough to describe it back to me, I feel alive. Vindicated. Loved.
Sam Shepard once said he writes to find out what he’s thinking; I paint to find harmony in conflict. Or meaning, where I fear there is none. I paint to escape the impenetrable mystery of being. I paint to allow my mind go away and play among the Stars.