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- 3. Learn More About the Artist and Her Work By Clicking the Link or Scanning the Code. linktr.ee/candislive
- 4. NOTE: Medium presentation: High resolution metallic archival photographic paper. All art included in this catalogue are limited edition prints. Each edition includes a set of five. The smallest image available in each set is represented in this catalogue. If a larger size is preferred, please contact the artist or the gallery via the following contact information to make enquiries or arrange purchase.. Many of the images included in this catalogue are a part of a larger series which may or may not be available for sale. Please direct your enquiry on this matter to the artist. She will be be able to inform you of series availability and arrange a showing of available art not included in the Blueprint Exhibition. Artist: Candis Marshall Phone: (242) 468-7452 Email: cajoubenluxury@gmail.com Doongalik Studio and Gallery Phone: 242.394.1886 Contact: Pamela Burnside Email: pam.burnside@doongalik.com
- 6. I stood in the shower, eyes closed, with my face turned toward the warmth of the rising sun pouring through my window. Silently, I wrestled with my own thoughts. Who am I? Why am I so obsessed with creation and creating? Will all that I do truly amount to something of value? Uninvited, a still small voice crept into my shower soliloquy and inserted the statement: “You, my dear, are a genius. Unequivocally!” I mused on that word. “Genius!” Imagine that. By modern standards, I may be considered crazy. Why else would I obsess about the way the light of the sun caresses a banana leaf. So preoccupied, in fact, that my nights would be restless with anticipation. I longed to see what mysteries would be revealed about a solitary spot that arbitrarily, and briefly, captured my attention as I walked across the backyard. I would return day after day, sometimes for hours at a time, patiently observing from all angles nature transforming itself before me. Finally, it all comes together, in what I can only describe as a flash of divinity, and I am there, with my camera, waiting to capture it for the world to see. I often wonder if the artists of the Renaissance thought themselves to be geniuses as they worked zealously to articulate the flashes of the divine that unfolded perpetually before them. The men of their times must have labeled them fools and madmen. Driven crazy by some unseen force that propelled them to write about things not yet commonplace or seen. To hypothesize about creations not yet known to man but designed by a power far beyond what man can possibly fathom. Were they outcast for daring to articulate a world that for most do not exist even in the deepest recesses of their imagination? Are we not all predisposed to genius? From my view, beneath cascading waters of endless possibilities, we are all spiritual beings on a temporal journey not only capable of genius but innately brilliant. What if we were to remove the shackles of conformity? What if we no longer subdued our enlightenment when awakened by flashes of divinity in favor of the idol worship of other equally uncertain beings? What if we allowed our minds to live and experience the world untethered to any expectations? What would we discover? What would we see? Who would we be? From The Desk of Candis Marshall
- 7. Title: A Flash of Divinity 1-4 Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price:$260 each 1 2 3 4
- 8. Title: A Flash of Divinity 5-7 Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price:$260 each 5 6 7
- 9. Title: A Flash of Divinity 8-10 Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price:$260 each 8 9 10
- 10. Title: A Flash of Divinity 11-14 Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price:$260 each 11 12 13 14
- 11. Title: A Flash of Divinity - Pods 1-4 Medium: Photography Size: 5x7 Price: $125 each 1 2 3 4
- 12. Title: A Flash of Divinity - Pods 5-8 Medium: Photography Size: 5x7 Price: $125 each 5 6 7 8
- 13. Title: A Flash of Divinity - Kaleidoscope 1-2 Medium: Photography Size: 12x12 Price: $380 each 1 2
- 14. Title: A Flash of Divinity - Kaleidoscope 3-4 Medium: Photography Size: 12x12 Price: $380 each 3 4
- 15. Title: A Flash of Divinity - Kaleidoscope 5-6 Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $260 each 5 6
- 16. Title: A Flash of Divinity - Kaleidoscope 7-8 Medium: Photography Size: 13x19 Price: $380 each 7 8
- 18. I would sit on the cool wooden floor, breeze wafting in between the slats of the walls cooling me, as my young mind sank deep into the latest edition of the Garfield comic books that my grammy brought home from work. Grammy was a housekeeper for a local bookseller. Every now and again she would bring treats from work that her boss had sent for us kids. My favorites were the books. Books of all shapes and sizes. I had mountains of them. They were my treasures. I loved the feeling of the pages between my fingers, the ruffling sound that they made as I turned them and the intoxicating fragrance of the ink on the paper. I found a life that was boundless on those pages as I made my home amongst the phrases, words and letters. How could such worlds exist? Who was responsible for their creation? It was then,on that wooden floor somewhere in the recesses of my mind I decided that I would create such worlds. I would offer freedom to others the way those pages in my youth freed me. When I was seventeen, I worked at the bookstore that my grammy’s boss owned. He gave all of us girls summer jobs in the bookstore as soon as we were old enough and interested in working. My job was to know what we sold and help customers find what they were looking for. I loved that job! I would read every chance I got and I would ask more questions than any one I worked with had answers to. This book store was the place where on a typical day I met all sorts of people, from every level of society, mostly local, and a few unusual ones from someplace else. Those foreigners, who for no reason other than they were unfamiliar, were intriguing to me. On one of those typical days a well dressed older gentleman came into the store. I was charged with assisting him. I strolled ahead of him through the aisles towards the stack of envelopes he had requested. Before I could reach for them on the shelf he stopped me. This prompted me to turn to face him. Looking me straight in the eyes he asked, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” With a slight hesitation I replied, “I want to be a writer.” To which he responded, “what are you going to write about?” I smiled in my mind as I announced to this perfect stranger, “I am going to write books about my life!” “No one wants to read a book about you”, he remarked with his gaze hardening as the words slipped between his lips. In my mind I immediately accepted his unintended challenge. I would live a life most extraordinary. Someone, somewhere, someday would want to read about my “ordinary” life. I found his words delectable. It was a flavor that I had never experienced, but somehow it felt like goat pepper in my belly. Delicious! From The Desk of Candis Marshall
- 19. Title: Dreams Stacked Up 1-3 Medium: Photography Size : 13x19 Price: $360 each 1 2 3
- 20. Title: Dream Catcher 1 Medium: Mixed Media Size : 22” Diameter Price: $260
- 22. I was a quiet, timid, tiny child, easily dismissed, much like wallpaper in a room over time. No one saw me but I saw them and I heard them. There were a lot of black men in my neighborhood. As a kid, I never saw them as black. They were only men. ONLY men…hmmm? That's a term I would hear all of the time, “only men”. For the younger not yet men, it was “boys will be boys”. How could anyone be only something or, worse yet, expected not to grow and evolve into something else? Surely, it is impossible. The thought of the only man has been a great source of interest to me since my childhood days of growing up around “only men”. I would hear an only man shout to another only man,” he is only a joneser! You don’t have to pay him to clean your car. All he will do is spend that money on drugs and rum. Just give him some food and that's all.” When that joneser comes for his money he hears, “get from round me, buoy!” Buoy? He is not a boy. He is a man. Not an only man, dismissed as though society had been successfully inoculated against him. He is a man. He is a father, son, uncle, brother and so much more. His blood runs red, the same as all others. He is not an only man, nor is he less than a man. Maybe the colour of his skin, his status in society and the redness of his blood is not the problem. Maybe it is in his water, for he and all others are made up of almost seventy percent water. Maybe the water within him remembers. Maybe the water within all of the “only men” who today are “only black men '' remember. Although they are now fathers, husbands, sons, filled with love and passion and deserving of good things, maybe the water within them remembers every wrong done to them and their ancestors. Maybe their water has not been diluted enough with the essence of all that is good about them to neutralize the poison of oppression that has been poured into them over centuries. It has to be something in the water because water is the only thing that has flowed across centuries through skin, blood, air, soil, and soul. There must be something in the water because water remembers even when history and our consciousness forgets. From The Desk of Candis Marshall
- 23. Title: Something In The Water Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $260 Title: Something In THe Water 1-3 Medium: Photography Size: 12x12 Price: $380 1 2 3
- 24. Title: Standing Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240 Title: Reaching Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240
- 25. Title: Mimicking Medium: Photography Size: 5x7 Price: $125 Title: Thinking Medium: Photography Size: 5x7 Price: $125 Title: Listening Medium: Photography Size: 5x7 Price: $125
- 26. Title: Wood Carver Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240 Title: Teaching Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240
- 27. Title: Observing Medium: Photography Size: 5x7 Price: $125 Title: Rest in Remembrance 3 Medium: Photography Size: 5x7 Price: $125 Title: Rest in Remembrance 1 Medium: Photography Size: 5x7 Price: $125
- 28. Title: Roots Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240 Title: Conch Men Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240
- 29. Title: No Rust No Glory Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240 Title: Toto Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240
- 31. I grew up in Englerston, just one street shy of the Grove near the Metropolitan Church. Well, I believe that’s what it was called.All I know is when I passed that church as a young child creole would burst through the doors to greet me and every now and again there would be an English hymn that came along that I could sing along to.So in my mind it must have been a metropolitan church. Why else would they speak so many languages? Next to the church was Mr. Peter’s Shop. It was a tiny wooden structure with barely enough room inside to change your mind.He sold soda pops in the tall slim glass bottles with the white writing on the side and peanut cake that was often a little stale. I recall the clinking of the bottles in the wooden crates as he shifted things around to reach into the icebox to retrieve an ice cold orange cream for me each time I would stop by. My tiny fingers would wrap around the neck of the bottle melting the frost beneath my hands. One hand steadied the bottle to my lips while the other hand propped the bottle up for a controlled pour. The sweet chilled liquid trickled down my throat, cooling my summer-worn, sun-scorched little body. No summer adventure and cola cool down was complete without a dollar’s worth of french fries with loads of ketchup and hot sauce from Earl’s. I would sit with my cousins on the single step outside the takeaway door and yam down those fries as we watched the cars roll in and out of Clyde’s Tire Shop just across the street. Around the corner and up the street from Clyde’s there was this little house that I would pass everyday as I walked to and from school and play. There was nothing particularly interesting about the house except its picket fence. No other homes that I had ever seen had a fence like that. Then one day the fence was gone. A short time later the fence was replaced by a wall - a big beautiful white wall with curves on the top, nothing like the other walls in the neighborhood. The first time I saw the wall I walked right up alongside it. Just being that close to it gave me a thrill. I had never seen a wall like that. So white. It felt like light. Slowly I walked to where the gate should have been and for the first time in the hundreds of times I had passed that house, I looked inside the yard. It was dark but not scary. It felt like I was looking into a secret. I smiled with such satisfaction as I continued to slowly walk past the wall, allowing myself to be washed in its light. A short time later I was walking past the wall once again and there was a man sitting in front of it on a crate and he was painting the wall. Not like the other walls in the neighborhood. He had painted the bible story I heard in Sunday school on to the wall. As I got closer to where he sat I saw that he had painted the letters g-a-l-l-e-r-y. I had no idea what that word meant. I had never seen it before. Once the word was on the wall it was different. After that it seemed that more people had found the secret behind the wall. It was never the same for me after that. I never went into the yard. I never spoke to the man. I crossed to the other side of the street when there were people about. When no one was around, I would walk right up against the wall. Allowing my fingers to feel every brush stroke, I would bask in the light that emanated from it. It was one of the most beautiful things that I had ever seen and I never wanted to forget it, but that pure happy life filled with memories of childhood wonder played out in the midst of great turmoil. Yet it was in the midst of great turmoil, and experiences like these, that “little girl me” decided that there would be no room in my light for darkness. I would capture my dreams. From The Desk of Candis Marshall
- 32. Title: Mr. Junkanoo 1 Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240 Title: Mr. Junkanoo 2 Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240
- 33. Title: Lockhart Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240 Title: The Boat Yard Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240
- 34. Title: Ms. Green Come To Town Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240 Title: The Conch Man Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240
- 35. Title: Junkanoo 365 Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240 Title: Straw Doll Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240
- 36. Title: Coral Crab Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240 Title: Jellyfish Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240
- 37. Title: South Beach Sun Rise Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240 Title: Water Lillies Medium: Photography Size: 11x17 Price: $240
- 38. Instillation
- 39. Title: Space at the Table, but Still No Room Table: 3ft x 5ft Price:$950
- 40. Title: No One Sits Easy Price: Contact Gallery Title: Mucka Mucks Price: Contact Gallery Title: Slop Bucket aka Mess Price: Contact Gallery
- 41. Learn More About the Artist and Her Work By Clicking the Link or Scanning the Code. linktr.ee/candislive