|SELF-PORTRAITS OF SHARON LEE MINOR
|ACRYLICS. SHADOW BOX THAT OPENS
This is a series of portraits, completed this year, and exhibited in 2014.
AUNTIE AFRIKA Launches Jewelry!!!
One never stops growing and learning
new things that add to that growth. This summer is the beginning of several collections ofjewelry inspired by travels, dreams,
and desires. Here are a few items available from artist, Sharon Lee Minor...also known as AUNTIE AFRIKA. Enjoy!!!!
WOMAN AT THE
16X20 inches- Acrylics
The Good Samaritan Was A Woman
It was a long walk to the well. A woman could spend some quiet time with her own thoughts on that dusty rode leading to
the place Jacob declared communal. This morning was especially quiet because all of the other women had gone to the well before
her, leaving her behind as they had done on so many occasions before.
So today, it was just her and her thoughts
on the road to the well. As she passed the familiar fork in the road, her memory traveled to a time in the past when she was
not so alone. She remembered the circumstances that captured her heart and revealed the depth of her compassion towards another.
Since no one was on the road with her today, she could speak out loud today and she felt like singing her feelings:
“I put him through school; I clothed him; I sat with him during his withdrawals; I gave him the rights and privileges
like my own kin; I was better to him than to myself; I even allowed him into my temple – my sacred, intimate space –
without the need for legal sanctions or social concerns.”
She sang the words over and over until the beginning
lament became a healing chant. Her song brought tears to her eyes, but her determination to keep walking and singing, increased
her resilience and decreased the distance to the well.
Then as she reached the top of the hill, with the well clearly
in sight, she noticed a man. There he was by himself, sitting. As she came closer to the well, she noticed he was without
a cup or a sack. She murmured to herself, “Look at him. Yet another helpless man without even a cup…no less a
window”. As she was coming closer and closer to him, she said once more in a murmur, “Not this one…not
this time…no, never again!”