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FEELINGS & EMOTIONS
A VISUAL JOURNEY THROUGH THE EYES OF A BLACK GIRL

SOLO EXHIBIT

GALERIE DE' LADOUCEUR

213 S. LABREA AVE. INGLEWOOD

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This first solo art exhibit by Zoie Noelle, contemporary artist & poet, born and raised in South Los Angeles, portrays the FEELINGS & EMOTIONS of this young black girl who was forced into remote school learning for more than a year due to the Covid-19 pandemic.   In addition to having to experience this extended period of isolation, Zoie had to emotionally cope with the murders of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and constant reports of so many other people of color at the hands of the police.  Art became a place of refuge and brought Zoie solace and in 2020, Zoie painted and sketched more than ever as a way to way to express her Feelings and Emotions.  

 

It was during this time that Zoie stumbled upon the poem “Invictus,” which was written by William Ernest Henley in 1875.  Invictus, a Latin word that means unconquerable or undefeated, became Zoie’s rallying cry!  Zoie later learned that Nelson Mandela was known for reciting this popular poem while he was imprisoned for 27-years.

 

As a means of self-expression, Zoie began to chronicle her feelings and emotions in a visual journal.  The result - a collection of artworks she dedicates to William Ernest Henley whose poem "Invictus" provided much inspiration.  To understand Zoie’s interpretation of “Invictus,” follow the path from right to left, read each passage, and view her artwork in sequential order.  

 

In addition to Zoie’s paintings and sketches, this exhibit includes two audio-visual works: (1) a poem written by Zoie entitled “Melanin” and recited during a featured appearance on an ABC Television special about diverse voices, and (2) a short film produced by Zoie entitled “Say His Name, a Tribute to George Floyd.”

 

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“Invictus” by William Ernest Henley

 

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

 

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

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