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Thursday, November 20, 2014
ARTWORK NOW AVAILABLE THROUGH FINE ART AMERICA
GIVE A GIFT OF ART THIS CHRISTMAS8 x10" matted to 11x14 Prints available Bds$60 (US$60 exclusive of shipping)
Place and confirm your order before November 30th and get $10 off each print. Email
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Wednesday, November 19, 2014
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Saturday, November 15, 2014
Hey Guys...I am very pleased to announce that I have been listed as one of the 1000 Female Entrepreneurs in Barbados. It is such an honor. In this time of economic hardship one needs to be creative and self-sufficient and the search is on for those women who fit that profile and who can bring some empowerment to the youth in the country, both male and female.
You can go take a look at the movement on Facebook through the link below.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
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Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Friends, I am so thrilled to have been asked to be the feature creative artist for the "I AM A DYNAMIC DIVA: Celebrating the Journey" event to be held on November 26, 2014.
It is even more of an honour as this is the one year anniversary of this very empowering seminar hosted by Chamara D Hollingsworth, an entrepreneur and a Dynamic Diva in her own right. Inclusive in the uplifting programme for the evening, I will be reading one or two of my pieces of poetry from my works in MY SOUL CRIES - by Cher Corbin and Virtualis: A New-Age Love Story by Cher Corbin .... some of my artwork will also be on display.
So please book the space in your calender and contact us to reserve your seat. It will be a wonderful evening. Hope to see you there.
Monday, November 10, 2014
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“So, young Theo,” (I had been given my uncle’s name) “tell me ‘bout the beauties you got line up now you at secondary school. Hmmmph, I hope you got de pick of de litter. Yuh know what I been telling yuh over these past years – always go for the pretty ones wid de good bodies, pretty face and nice hair, cuz when she mek yuh vex and yuh ready to stomp out de place, and yuh look back, you know yuh got a good looking woman that gonna keep yuh warm in bed and dat yuh don’t gotta put de pillow over she head. So never mind how much yuh drink when yuh left and how much pussy get pelt at yuh, yuh know yuh coming back home to de one dat is yours cuz she aint gonna stray nowhere.”
My response was always an open mouth and a bewildered look of amazement. How in heaven’s name could he be telling me these things? But my Gramps was convinced that these were the life lessons that every man should be taught. He made it cleared he had prepared his son for my mother and now he was preparing me for “the bitch” that I would have and “breed” in the years to come.
His words were harsh, callous, degrading but what was strange is that he said them with such conviction that you started doubting yourself on the validity and morality of his perspective. My Gramps, or Reginald Oscar Valentine Moore as he was called by my Gran just before an enameled cup whizzed past his head, was well known in our village. Well, actually, notorious; he was very handsome, six foot three with the body of a heavy weight boxer, the face of a black Bogart but with the mouth of a lighterman. Yet every woman within a two mile radius would come to Mr. Brown’s shop on Saturday afternoons, on the pretense of picking up the weekly groceries, to listen to the stories my grandfather told of his father and the men who went off to build the Panama Canal.
The anecdotes made for intense listening and this large man took up at least two thirds of the space in the front area of the shop, was thoroughly animated and held the rapt attention of his audience for at least two hours. The men sitting on the make-shift benches in the corner threw back a shot-of-rum every time Gramps got to a good point in his story and the orator stood there smiling and winking at the women who had come to purchase their groceries. The few times I had accompanied my guardian to the afternoon activity I noticed that when the story-telling session was over, the shop owner would deliver to my grandfather a large white enamel cup, chipped around the rim and handle, and filled with a milky brown liquid. Guiness and milk, a concoction fit for a prize fighter and prescribed to provide my Gramps with the energy he needed to get him through the night.
Copyright: Cher Corbin 2014
Copyright: Cher Corbin 2014
Saturday, November 1, 2014
OCEAN VIEW FROM CHERRY TREE HILL
Here is the link to my new Studio Page. You can browse, like and share as well as order your prints on this page.
Looking forward to your comments.
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My artwork is primarily watercolour and pen & ink with watercolour washes. I enjoy capturing the images of my home (this is called Barbadiana) and I wish to share these with the world.
You are welcomed to contact me here or through my email addy email@example.com to see the full portfolio.
The most popular size is 8x10" matted to 11x14 final size and these go for US$30 (exclusive of shipping).
I would really appreciate your support. You can also view my other work on
MY SOUL CRIES was the first major anthology I have written, published and promoted. ( I did write one before called HINDSIGHT...but I am not very happy with that one..will revamp soon).
MY SOUL CRIES is a window into my life over a two year period and captures my emotions in no better form but poetry.
I was blessed to be offered my book launch at Days Book Store in Barbados and it was just before Christmas 2013. It was one of the most exciting times of my life as a writer. Some people may say, oh but you just self-publishing and all this is is literary masturbation. Well I beg to differ.
I write poetry because I can. I publish my poetry because I can. I write and publish my poetry because I have a voice that I want the world to hear it. When I am gone, my words will remain and I know there will be someone out there that has been touched positively, who I have helped to life their spirits and realize that they are not alone.
It is not only MY SOUL that CRIES, so do others and I wish them to know that their cries are being heard.
You are welcome to follow the link below to get a idea of the poetry in the work and it is available on Amazon or you can email me directly at firstname.lastname@example.org