
Call and Response: Collaboration at a Distance Round 4
“Call and Response” is a project organized by Kristine Schomaker, Sheli Silverio, S. Vollie Osborn, Emily Wiseman and Susan T. Kurland of Shoebox PR/Art and Cake.
Drawing on the tradition of Jazz and Exquisite Corpse, this project is meant as a way for us to stay connected, to check in with each other and to support each other. This is collaboration at a distance.
Please join us for the opening reception of the online exhibition via zoom Saturday July 5th, 3-5pm.
Featured Artists: Aazam Irilian/Meaghan Miller Lopez, Ada Pullini Brown/Joy Ray, Alyssa Ravenwood/RT Livingston, Amanda Moser?Ciara Heatherman, Angela Brooks/Laura Henneforth, Anita Sinclair/Courtney Colgan, Ann Storc/Corinne Lightweaver, Bibi Davidson/Catherine W Singer, Brenda Oelbaum/Adrienne Cole, Candace Compton Pappas/Alex Smith, Cathy Immordino/Michele Mekel, Coleman Griffith/Kazmier Maslanka, Conchi Sanford/Pascha Goodwin, Dellis Frank/Monica Rickler Marks, Elisabeth Lafolye-Acogny/Rocio G Montiel, Ellen Friedlander/Faina Kumpan, Eva-Marie, Amiya/Kimberlee Koym-Murteira, Fred Miller/Robert Soffian, Genie Davis/Liliana Hueso, Hannah, Lansburgh/Rain Lucien Matheke, Ibuki Kuramochi/Pau Gold, Joe Price/Nurit Avesar, julia hays/Yvonne Jongeling, June Stoddard/Muskaan Chaudhary, Kerrie Smith/Jason Jenn, Kerry Kugelman/britta k, Kristine Augustyn/Anne M Bray, Kristine Schomaker/Steve Dilley, Leslie Pierce/Adeola Davies-Aiyeloja, Lina Kogan/Dwora Fried, Lorraine Bubar/Jacqueline Bell Johnson, Maria Sathaliya/Maria Bjorkdahl, Marta Feinstein/Madeline Arnault, Martin Cox/Francisco Alvarado, Mary Sherwood Brock/Galina Kovshilovsky,
Natasha Rudenko/Jen Snoeyink, Rachel Finkelstein/T. Chick McClure, Rachel Gibas/Jody Zellen, Sarah D. Haskell/Bonnie Blake, Shelley Heffler/julia gruberg, Susan Karhroody/Sarah Lofthouse, Tamara Tolkin/Natalia Kyriakopoulos
Call and Response: Collaboration at a Distance Round #1 can be seen here Round 2 can be seen here and Round 3 can be seen here.
Aazam Irilian and Meaghan Miller Lopez
Alyssa Ravenwood and RT Livingston


5 Alyssa Ravenwood
Ce n’est pas de l’art
This is not art. Art is subtle. Art has grace.
Sometimes grace is not what I need.
Sometimes I need a sledgehammer.
We Are One = Erasure
We Are One is an erasure of marginalized people’s experiences in America
It is a convenient phrase. Colorblind racism is subtle. It seems to be non-racial.
Here is the reveal. In my experience, the only people who say We Are One are white.
We Are One is the white liberal’s version of All Lives Matter
I am white. My model Rebecca is black.
Her American experience is not the same as my American experience.
She has to deal with shit every day that I will never have to deal with.
We Are One is an easy thing to say.
It makes you feel like you have addressed the whole racism thing.
It makes you feel like you know what you believe.
That you don’t have to listen and learn.
What is not easy to say is, I am a racist. I am racist because I am a white American.
I have benefited my whole life from living in a society that prioritizes and rewards
being white.
From cradle to grave, white people will benefit from living in a racist society.
Which makes us racist.
Own it. Don’t get defensive.
I can support black lives matter. I can have black friends.
It does not change the fact that I cannot know how many times a day
black people have to deal with racism and what that feels like.
Lose the image you have that the only racists are tiki-torch wielding, red hat, neo-nazis.
There is no black person in America who thinks those people are the only racists here.
People who are allies and friends can be blind to their own racist actions. We Are One appears on the surface to be a statement that promotes a colorblind, equal society. We Are One is a damaging statement because it ignores the structural racism in America that white people benefit from. Even white people who are trying not to be racist benefit from racism. We Are One is a damaging statement because it ignores the experiences of black people.
Listen to the stories of marginalized people and believe them.
Then work hard to make our country less biased.
Take the responsibility to educate yourself and do better.
Our friends with melanin are sick and tired of trying to explain racism to us.
- Alyssa Ravenwood, 2020
In response to a work that responded to my photograph of a black dancer, “Strong Woman” by erasing her face and saying, “We are black, we are white, we are red, we are yellow, we are red, we are blue, cuz we can’t see we are one.”
6 RT Livingston
DIALECTIC about THE PHRASE WE ARE ONE
call & response 4
A response to my videos being called racist:
None of us can escape the deep roots that racism has inflicted upon us. I was born into a racist society. I own that. To say that I am not a part of systemic racism would be folly. If we don’t own it we will not overcome it.
I weep each day reading and watching the terrifying accounts of how innocent African-Americans are forced to negotiate their lives in order to remain safe in our society. The marginalization of any person, regardless of race, creed or gender keeps us in a holding pattern of distrust and suspicion.
The phrase ‘we are one’ is not hate speech. I ask that you open your mind to the words themselves: we are one. We are one human race and unless we can own that we are in serious trouble. It is imperative that we honor and respect every human being. This does not denigrate African-Americans or anyone with melanin in their skin. If anything it’s a wake up call to white America to face the scourge of racism straight on: to own our part in its perpetuation. To end it.
Words matter. Our first amendments rights are at stake. Once we start telling people what we can and cannot say, because of the listener’s specific ideology, whatever that may be, then we put ourselves in a downward spiral, one that leads to yet another form of intolerance and unintended consequences.
Translating sincere intentions and innocent words into shaming one another does not advance the cause. It only
serves to put a wedge between allies. Let’s not call good words bad.
From my point of view, the larger issue here has to do with
humanity and freedom. None of us is free as long as our societies harbor racist feelings.
I am an environmentalist. Climate change is an existential threat to the survival of the human race. Racism or the existential threat of climate change will not be solved until we come together. Coming together as one is painful because we must acknowledge the deep-rooted racism that exists within our cultures and ourselves.
Let’s keep our minds open.
Addendum:
My first video WE ARE BLUE uses the old tropes of color to make a poetic point about being sad that we can’t see we are one.
In my second video, NO MORE, the original tag line
WE ARE ONE has been replaced by the word SOLIDARITY.
Amanda Moser and Ciara Heatherman
Angela Brooks and Laura Henneforth
Ann Storc and Corinne Lightweaver
Bibi Davidson and Cathy Singer
1 Bibi Davidson 2 Catherine W Singer
4 Catherine W Singer 5 Catherine W Singer 6 Bibi Davidson 7 Catherine W Singer 8 Bibi Davidson 9 Catherine W Singer 10 Bibi Davidson 11 Catherine W Singer 12 Bibi Davidson 13 Bibi Davidson 14 Catherine W Singer 15 Bibi Davidson 16 Catherine W Singer 17 Bibi Davidson 18 Catherine W Singer 19 Bibi Davidson 20 Catherine W Singer
Brenda Oelbaum and Adrienne Cole
Candace Comptom Pappas and Kelsey Smith
Coleman Griffith and Kaz Maslanka

Kaz Maslanska – A Cognitive View of Poetic Metaphor in Pandemic Meditations
Conchi Sanford and Pascha Goodwin
Courtney Colgan and Anita Sinclair
Dellis Frank and Monica Rickler Marks
Elisabeth Lafolye and Rocio G Montiel
Ellen Friedlander and Faina Kumpan
1 Ellen Friedlander 2 Faina Kumpan 3 Ellen Friedlander 4 Faina Kumpan 5 3 Ellen Friedlander 6 Faina Kumpan 7 Ellen Friedlander 8 Faina Kumpan 9 Ellen Friedlander (1 of 1) 10 Faina Kumpan 11 Ellen Friedlander (1 of 1) 12 Faina Kumpan 13 Ellen Friedlander 14 Faina Kumpan 15 Ellen Friedlander (2 of 2) 16 Faina Kumpan
Eva-Marie Amiya and Kimberlee Koym
Fred Miller and Robert Soffian
2 Robert Soffian
Everyone is watching
The Terrible Wonderful flickers by
Your Eyes My Eyes
Your ears our ears
Wide
Exhale Now
Breathe Now
The moving image is not a movie
shocked unable to stop
the screaming invisible
Can not reach out to stop it
Can not reach
Exhale
Just observe in absentia
But he’s not doing anything she yells
Get the fuck up the cop commands!
Leave me alone !
Leave her alone
Leave love alone
It won’t leave us alone now
This picture.


Genie Davis and Liliana Hueso
1a Genie Davis 1b Genie Davis
1C Genie Davis
You Be You
You be you –
I’ll be me.
Why am I not as happy
as I should…
Be the shadow
Like the cat
That flashes past me
Tail flat
She is the reincarnation
of Phyllis Diller
I believe.
Did you know that honey
is sanitary?
I read the news
just all the time
I can’t put everything
Out of my mind.
The work is here,
picking up groceries there.
Change and passion
and the virus – in the air.
You are content.
I’ll never see
the reason why
you’d want to be
2 Liliana Hueso 2a Liliana Hueso

3B Genie Davis
X or Y
What if we were
Gay, and we let our friendship
Ripen like a plum and spill
Fresh and sweet
What if we were
Bi, and we shared the same
Lover all the joys and
Sorrows, talked everything through.
What if we were
Straight and let our identical
Furrows run side by side in
Neat lines for planting our babies.
What if we were
Just who we are
Not for everyone
Just for us
What if we were just anything
We wanted to be
Love and hope and trust
Love is the first sum
We add
And learn before any
Equations or fractions
Divide the heart.
What if we were to multiply
Not subtract or codify
Not label x or y
Just be fruitful and love.

5A Genie Davis
Learning
Can’t see the forest
for the trees…
Searching for stars with
binoculars trained on
dim city lights. Or
nose to the ground when
we should be looking up-
at the celestial sky.
In the branches,
fruit of knowledge,
Eve knew too well-
you can only learn so much…
Before it takes you to hell
and back again.
Looking up and looking out-
Maybe only a child can see –
Can see
the forest for the trees.
5b Genie Davis 5c Genie Davis

7A Genie Davis
From a Guest
I dreamt about my father
I told him something I never
said – that
he was the dearest man.
I wrapped him in blue linen,
more scarf than shroud.
He said nothing – he may have already been gone.
I see the shadows of the leaves
Intricate lace from hidden trees
I wonder if the meaning
Is simply this —
That we are one with a Greater.
We are not alone.
We are both prayer,
and wish.
We wish upon stars…
Shadows whisper.
We cross our fingers.
We hope for the best.
In the end it all
comes down to this-
we are the wish, the prayer –
life’s guest.


8B Liliana Hueso
Coffee inspires me to view the world, to lift my head up and look up
My coffee is the one thing i like to take my time with, I like to sit
On my balcony and drink away, like resting my mind before it gets busy,
taking a moment to reflect and unplug.
9A Genie Davis
Drink
I am a glass
Neither empty or full
Half of nothing but
The eternal pull
Of time and tide
Of quench and purge
Of standing still
Beneath the flight of birds.
Drink me deep
Down me slow
Swallow my joy and sorrow
Swallow me whole


11a Genie Davis 11b Genie Davis
11C Genie Davis
Fireworks Out my Window
There are fireworks out my window
burning up the sky.
Someone I loved once
then hated –
passed off the planet tonight.
Karma is a cruel bitch,
I’d forgotten just how cruel.
Real change could be coming…
A night sky liberation…
The silent blazing through.
Juneteenth 2020
breaking up midnight blue.
And then there are the planets
And then there are the stars…
All that little boy wonder
wishing from afar.
The old Gameboy screen
at night,
supplanted by fireworks
out my window
so jubilant
and bright.
Maybe in the end after all
things will be all right.
Maybe in the end
all is unforgotten
But forgiven
All of us explosions of light.

13A Genie Davis
This Is Life
Life has narrowed
perhaps it was meant to
small things
mean more now.
Tiny fireworks explode in a bigger sky
A boy on the beach
with a bright plastic bucket
with a white heron in the water…
Wings spread
he is not yet ready to fly –
it is a moment caught
casually in the net of time.
I’ve seen more monarchs this year.
I’ve pinned them to the pages
of my mind –
fragile beauties.
Life has narrowed
like
the camel through the eye of
the needle
like the rich man
must to enter Heaven.
Small openings toward the brilliant light –
this is life now.


Hannah Lansburgh and Rain Matheke
Ibuki Kuramochi and Pau Gold




8 Pau Gold 8 Pau Gold 8 Pau Gold




Jen Snoeyink and Natasha Rudenko
Joseph Price and Nurit Avesar
Joy Ray and Ada Pullini Brown
Julia Hays and Yvonne Jongeling
June Stoddard and Muskaan Chaudhary
Kerrie Smith and Jason Jenn
Kerry Kugelman and britta k






Kristine Augustyn and Anne M Bray











Kristine Schomaker and Steven Dilley

Leslie Pierce and Adeola Davies-Aiyeloja
1 Leslie Pierce 2 Adeola Davies-Aiyeloja 3 Leslie Pierce

12 Adeola Davies-Aiyeloja 13 Leslie Pierce 14 Adeola Davies-Aiyeloja
Lina Kogan and Dwora Fried
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