©08 Sea to Shining Sea series
"Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music...And those who could not dance said the music was bad."
Friday, August 8, 2008
Moon's Great Pacific Northwest Adventure
Mos Chukma Institute-Lower Ninth Ward New Orleans


Photographs by Kathy Anderson-Times PicayuneArticle:
Louisiana Children's Museum exhibit shows how 9th Ward children are coping post-Katrina
Posted by Chris Rose, Columnist, The Times-Picayune June 24, 2008 5:00AM
On the ground floor of the there is a temporary exhibit on display that is unusual -- to say the least -- for the obsessively cheery and forever young philosophy of the museum.
In a colorful happy-house setting more noted for its puppet shows, a make-believe grocery store, fun house mirrors and raucous birthday parties, the Mos Chukma Memory Box exhibit takes a decidedly darker look at the interior lives of local children.
The Memory Boxes are remembrances of Hurricane Katrina made by students at the Martin Luther King Jr. School for Science and Technology in the Lower 9th Ward -- still the only school that has opened in that beleaguered neighborhood, almost three years after the storm.
They are story boxes, each with its own narrative, almost like time capsules. They are 2 feet by 2 feet, and generally decorated with paint, clay figurines and faces, shapes and objects made from wire or cut out from paper plates, and random indigenous accessories such as Spanish moss and Carnival beads.
But it is the narratives written on note paper or painted inside these boxes that hit home hardest.
"I lost my trust," one of the displays says. "I lost my faith. I lost my confidence. I lost my dad."
It's a far cry from the Dr. Seuss exhibit, to be sure.
Those words were written by a third-grader. For folks around here who insist that everyone should just move on from this thing -- and their numbers seem to be growing -- try telling that to this kid".
Please read entire article at:
http://blog.nola.com/chrisrose/2008/06/chris_rose_louisiana_childrens.html
And help.
Comments from the director:
MOS CHUKMA which means "good child" in the Houma language.
As most of you know, I have moved to New Orleans to work with the children traumatized by Hurricane Katrina. Maybe you've been here, orseen the film on my teaching, or visited the art exhibit at theLouisiana Children's Musuem, or spoken to me personally about art,healing, or transformation.
Now is a time of great transition as I continue the program I have developed over the past two years at the MLK, Jr. Charter School inthe Lower Ninth Ward. We are directly in the midst of securing sustainable funding, so this program may continue to thrive for years into the future!
I thank you most of all for the support of your spirit. If in these difficult times, you can also lend material support, it will go to the cause of healing.
CHECKS may be made out to MOS CHUKMA and mailed to:
1000 Bourbon St.
Box 273
New Orleans, LA 70117
Amelie Prescott-Founder and Director
Mos Chukma Institute
www.moschukmainstitute.org
moschukma@gmail.com
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Rising Full Moon
I was greeted as we pulled up with a huge red moon at susnset and had to scramble for the camera and managed to get a few shots. The Hotel Del Coronado has been in existence for over a century and has been in numerous movies. As my friend and I walked behind the Del to enjoy the ocean breeze and susnet, it was very nostalgic for me to be at the ocean again even for a minute.
I Sunset
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Ocean To The Sky ©08
Sand Beard Dunes, MichiganWhile lying here this eve…
My innards are just a’grinnin’
Scripting gratitude notes in the clouds to all who gifted me with their attendance
Sending me off to where the ocean runs into the sky
I am blissfully in high spirits right now
As I have added to my sentimental journey
Drawing together yet another linkage
To a textured life as mine have been
That of having come together with you,...
No matter how brief a measure it was .
This time is right for me to be right…
In going to what is new without doing away with what is not getting any younger.
And that is time
And it is time
From an unadorned whisper to the Creator
Brought you forth to me today to spend some time..
He who answer a prayer that had not been uttered...
For which I forever more would be grateful
So that my departure would be as pleasant as the arrival have been.
I carry you all forth with me sitting in the company of many...
That it’s been my privilege to know ...
As I embark to where the ocean runs into the sky.
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