Inside the mind and journey of Lisa Whittington

August 7, 2018

When I was a little girl, my mother would make me eat cigarette ashes. “Cigarette ashes will make you pretty” she would tell me.  I was one of three sisters and I was the darkest sister.  My hair was course and kinky and hard to comb. My skin, more on the ebony side....

July 20, 2018

                       The name of this tune is Mississippi Goddam
                                     And I mean every word of it...

July 20, 2018

Maria Margaronis, Mark Burman and I, on our assignment in Jackson Mississippi couldn't leave without a visit to the home of Medgar Evers.   As the new field secretary for the NAACP, Medgar Evers first assignment was to investigate  the murder of Emmett Till....

July 18, 2018

Writing is similar to pushing a baby out of a womb.  Art for me is just that.  A baby that I gave life to. Then there’s always the feeling of wonder, prize and amazement like “That came out of me?” 

Writing and painting on my face is no different. Much of what...

July 14, 2018

The things that children say are profound and prophetic. Many years ago I was teaching elementary school 2nd grade art class and out of the blue a little boy stood up and said to me “Miss Whittington, I had a dream about you last night.  You were the artist of the worl...

Please reload

Featured Posts

The Crepusular Light I

July 13, 2018

Please reload

Recent Posts

September 17, 2019

September 2, 2019

Please reload




Search By Tags