The Stirring and Spiritual Artwork of Mahari Chabwera

The Stirring and Spiritual Artwork of Mahari Chabwera

Mahari Chabwera is a painter and printmaker whose figurative paintings are dynamic and unmistakable. Her work is inspired to spiritual narratives and mythologies from Africa.

My (our) love is deeper than my (our) rage.
I am working from the archive of my (our) own body and experiences to create a conflated representation of my (our) potential with and without body. Through body. In and beyond my(our) physical. Yet, I’m no longer concerned with the conversation being mostly consumed with the condition of women’s blackness. History, Culture, Identity, ra ra.
What if there is not dual-consciousness? What if we don’t live bound by binaries? What if we have complete control over our minds, therein our consciousness? So we’re not defined by constraints socialized institutions predetermine. What if we stop herding ourselves.
What am I when I’m not black.
When I’m not a woman.
When I’m not a partner or a daughter.
When I don’t have a body

decolonize the black femme body

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Our stories are told with our bodies. But at best, that’s where our stories begin. At worst that’s where they end.
I release my mental, physical and emotional bodies. And let Spirit guide me.
Making images as conduits to learn/experience the origin story of woman. (Woman as slang for humanity. Since we are all made as reflections of him (both woman and man)
We are the whole of her (or him)).
Painting reflections of her, the source, in these bodies.

Venus by Kadir Nelson

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Clearly I am not a fat ass I am active brain And lip smacking peach deep Sometimes too aggressive in its honesty And heart sweet That loves wholly and completely Whom it may choose Whom ever it may choose I am not gonna lie and pacify I am arms to hold I am lips to speak I am a motherfucking "G" Strong legs that stroll off the 33 bus Or out of a money green Phantom comfortably Knees that bend to pray Clean from Ajax washings Hair that is thick and soft Thighs that betwixt An amazing all expense grand prize I am eyes that sing Smile that brightens Touch that rings And supplies euphoric release I am a Grand Dame Queen Beast I am warm I am peace From the roads of Botswana from 23rd Street From the inside third eye Ever watching this wicked wicked system of things I do see I am friend to pen And a lover of strong women A diamond to men I am curious and interested like children I welcome the wise to teach Appreciator of my culture Thick not just from bone dense and eat I have a rhythm in my ways And a practice in my seek And yes, I do crave the rhythm of my space With a man that rejoices in God's Grace With faith I do hear to listen Two hands that fist When forced pushes to shove And your ego won't submit I am gifted I am all of this And indeed the shit Clearly I am not just an ass -@missjillscott

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I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white backgroundI feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background I feel most colored when I feel most colored I feel most I feel

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Whereas naturalistic images endeavor to summarize the observable or recognizable features of the physical self, conceptual images are more concerned with the essence of the subject or the metaphysical self. Aroya is an abstraction of a recognizable subject rendered in such a way as to distance it from reality while still communicating the essence of the subject. As a Yoruba incantation puts it, the eyes will never fail to greet the beautiful. In effect from the Yuroba the beauty or affective power of a given work of art depends on good compostion and symmetry, clarity of mass, relative straightness of posture, meticulous delineation, relative luminosity and delicacy and how well the work has succeded in capturing the essence of the subject. because of its impact on the eyes the beautiful is often described as food for the eyes. An image is called awoyanu that which causes the veiwer to gape if it manifests such an incredibly high artistic skill as to suggest the use of the occult powers. *old writings old paintings* #jealousyofoyabirthofoshungraceofyemeya

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