Imagine... a movement inspired by the arts to open the eyes of Americans to the plight of their own people. Imagine, through art, music and poetry, we are shining a much needed light on our own crisis: HOMELESSNESS
Art4TheHomeless was once a blog called Colors of Ink with Blogcharm, which closed down. Nutang, became the new home of Colors of Ink and was renamed Art4TheHomeless, by a really good friend, Samantha Medd. She is now the Co-Founder of Art4TH.
Now Art4TH is a 501(c)(3) Nonprofit Organization that unites artists of all venues to promote homeless awareness in the US.
Art4TH does this through the Art4TH Webzine, a monthly online magazine that features a musician whose music plays throughout the website, a feature artist, and a feature writer while also featuring a homeless relief organization. All artists featured retain their copyrights and all of it is free. If you would like to be a featured artist, musician, or writer contact me at [email protected]
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Thursday. 7.26.07 4:40 pm
mood: happy, sad, retarded?
hey yall thanks for checking out my blog as always! I am working still on adding more links but I have been at work for the AJC and going to school so I get like 5 hours of sleep and haven't had much time to be online. Just wanted to drop yall a line and let yall know that I still exist LOL
My mom is in a shelter and off the streets Thank God!!!! I have been helping her and I even have a friend who tells me that if he wins the lottery he will buy her a house which is sweet but you know how people make promises and don't keep them. I have learned a long time ago not to hold anyone to their promises.
Colorado Homeless Shelters
Monday. 7.23.07 11:56 am
Got a few links up for those of you who are homeless in Colorado. Not many were available but I got two links to homeless directories--one a HUD Directory and the other is another directory with more shelter links and a map of the area for you to click on. Connecticut is next on my list.
currently working on adding more homeless sites
Thursday. 7.19.07 11:31 am
I am currently working on more sites for homelessness including for some of the states that I haven't done yet. Colorado is next on my list.
I am trying to help my mother she has gotten into a shelter now so she is off the streets . I would like to add a module with links to homeless blogger's blogs to help them out as well.
some cool tunes
Saturday. 7.14.07 10:36 pm
slap in the face
Wednesday. 7.11.07 10:57 pm
Thank you for those kind comments on my last post. It feels like a slap in my face that here I am trying to help the homeless yet I can't do nothing for my own mother. I feel so helpless. What am I supposed to do that I haven't already done. My mom didn't go to the Airport last nite like she told me she would. She spent the night in Downtown Atlanta at Woodruff Park but she said she made a couple of friends. She said that the security is tight at the Airport and they may kick her out if she is loitering.
What am I supposed to do? I don't have money or even a home for myself. Job Corps won't let my mom stay on center. Sometimes I feel as if my life is pointless, meaningless and worthless. If I can't help my mom then how can I help others?
my mom is officially homeless
Wednesday. 7.11.07 12:31 am
Well my mom who had a place to stay for a month is now homeless. She has been homeless since January but Project Connect paid for her to have a place to stay for 1 month and Today that month is up. It seems like she just moved in really and now its already up. Since I stay at Job Corps, I am holding some of her stuff for her and am getting her food. One of my friends from school works at McDonalds and hooked her up with a drink while I paid for her meal. My mom is diabetic and her nerves are dying in her legs but the doc won't declare her disabled. Tonight, she is staying the night at the Airport. I hope she will be in a good shelter tomorrow--not the Ellis Street Shelter where she was verbally abused.
I don't know what to do. I hold down a part time job but I don't get paid enough to put her in those rent by the week places they have around here. I just don't know what else to do exccept pray and God just doesn't seem to be listening right now.
Saturday. 7.7.07 8:39 pm
Among the things I did today--the luckiest day of the century some people say because of 7/7/07--was take a train ride on the MARTA North Springs train. After we left the Lindbergh station, we were out of the tunnel and the mountains rose. And I remembered my longing to come home to Georgia, to find my family, my father, to finally be accepted by them as one of them. I forgot the bayou sunsets, jambalaya, jamborees and festivals of Mardi Gras that I was raised around. I remembered the mountains and the land called to my soul. I knew that I was where I belonged--in North Georgia; as far north as the MARTA system will take you.
My mother was born and raised in Gordon County, and my father in Cobb County. I was born in Cartersville, GA--Bartow County but I know nothing about them. Nothing about the family that I want to be a part of except this one fact--they want nothing to do with me and denied that they knew of me. My mother's cousins and other relatives except for one all denied they knew of my existance. My 3rd cousin Haley told me in so many words to never call her back on our second phone call. And my father says that I am not his daughter.
Our family abandoned us and a part of me hates them, especialy my father and his family who pretty much gave me the cold shoulder since he never mentioned my mother or me to them. They were more polite toward me than my own cousin but the hostility and coldness was there in their voice. I was not wanted. My birth was a mistake to them.
Because of that, I was homeless as a child, and a survivor of Hurricane Rita, and classified as a Katrina victim by the Job Corps system since my landlord kicked me out to benefit from Kevin Costner's movie The Guardian, which bought out two floors of his building. I was not the only one booted, I later heard. If it wasn't for those hurricanes, I would probably have kept my apartment since I paid my rent on time all the time.
I stayed with my best friend from high school for a month and then moved to Atlanta, where my mother already moved to before the hurricanes. And I remember coming into the mountains by bus and having this feeling of rightness; that I was where I belonged. I experienced that again today. This land calls to my soul, my blood, in a way no other place ever could. I may look Creole--hair and light skin color--may have a slight north Louisiana accent that is slowly fading into a north Georgia accent.
I want to do something. I want to prove to my family and my father that I am someone valuable, someone worthy of their love and acceptance, no matter who's child I am or the circumstance of my birth. I want my family to want me. I want my father to apologize for his cruelty in abandoning me. I want to be loved by them and I know that will never happen unless I come into money or fame and then their love will be false. Nothing can buy true love and acceptance. Nothing. I will never have the love of a father or a cousin or an aunt. I will never be comfortable in my own skin if I were to go and visit my family. I would never be welcomed with open arms as the long lost relative. I am Johnna Crider, bastard child of Johnnie Crider and that meant that I was supposed to have been aborted in my family's eyes.
So being in this land that spoke to my soul and made my blood run hot and my heart race with a mixture of hope, longing, and anticipation, was just a fresh reminder that I will never belong in the place I was born so what makes me hope and think that I will ever belong anywhere or be loved for who I really am?
The only thing that helps ease the pain is art. I pour my sadness, bitterness, hurt, pain, and anger into my writing and painting. But it only relieves it temporarily.
I am grateful to my mother who is the only family member I know that loves me--a love that cost her the love of her family and the love of her life--my dad.
I currently stay on Job Corps dorm and have completed the program and attend the advanced training. If it weren't for Job Corps, I would probably be on the streets.
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New Homeless Links for California up
Friday. 7.6.07 12:13 am
Check to the right-hand side of this post and scroll down to see the list. Got a lot of new links up and a lot more coming but first I want to go ahead and add some in every state. If you have more links that I don't have, please feel free to leave me the links in the comment box!
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