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And I’ll rise up

I’ll rise like the day

I’ll rise up

I’ll rise unafraid

I’ll rise up

And I’ll do it a thousand times again

And I’ll rise up

High like the waves

I’ll rise up

In spite of the ache

I’ll rise up

And I’ll do it a thousand times again

For you 🤎✊🏾

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“Day 17 - 3/31/2020” this virus takes a heavy toll. Losing lives, losing livelihood, losing a sense of security. This pestilence rages… a silent killer of dreams, hopes, peace of mind. It is a killer and it has killed many loved ones. I am dealing with the loss of loved ones right now. I am also facing a crossroads financially which I am preparing to deal with. I have had many trials in my life. I detect a cool calmness floating over me. I see the impending downturn and I’m oddly at ease. Maybe a ticking time bomb. You decide. I choose to see it as ease. I will do what must be done. And hopefully there will be smiling faces at the other side of this. RONIM Art Studio, Harlem, NYC.

Work by CMinor for RONIM. Copyrighted.

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“Day 8 - 3/22/2020” it’s Sunday in NYC. A day many New Yorkers call Sunday Funday for its a day of relaxation, late brunches and bottomless fruity alcoholic beverages. Sunday Funday is one of my favorite days of the week. Yet today felt a bit different. It’s one thing to chill and relax because you want to. To stay home and rest… wake up late… because you want to. It is quite another when you are TOLD to. Today was the first Sunday in the NYC lockdown due to coronavirus. The relaxation seemed enforced. The chill burdening. And the late rising, a necessity to keep a semblance of sanity. Because if you wake too early, it’s just that much longer for the day to end. It’s not all doom, gloom and boredom. I went for a much longer stroll today. I had to do an emergency run to Zabar’s. Long story short, I got the yeast free, cracker-like bread I needed and more. Can we say chocolate rugalach and babka? Being at Zabar’s reminded me of home. So when I made my way back to my humble abode, I knew exactly what I was going to create for my art quarantine challenge… the people who remind me of my original home. RONIM Art Studio, Harlem, NYC.

Work by CMinor for RONIM. Copyrighted.

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“Day 7 - 3/21/2020” creating a sense of normalcy is essential. This is the first Saturday in the official lockdown of the USA following the spread of COVID-19. At least in NYC it is. I woke this morning and strove to keep as normal as possible. I read my Daily Text, pondered a bit, wrote a letter or two then I set about my day. Did chores, cooked lunch, went to a meeting (though it was in Arabic but hey in normal life I would’ve visited live anyway) and went for a stroll. All around pretty normal except the streets were largely empty. It felt like I was in the set of one of the old Westerns my mother forced me to watch as a kid. I expected a lone tumbleweed to roll down our concrete jungle in Sugar Hill, Harlem. The city is definitely a shadow of itself. After hanging with friends this late afternoon (don’t worry it was only 3 of us), I huffed it home to host a virtual happy hour. My girls and I used to regularly meet for happy hour… to catch up, laugh, vent.. the usual. However these days we needed to adapt to chatting separately yet together. Adapting to survive is key, especially now. Adapt to create the new normal. RONIM Art Studio, Harlem, NYC.

Work by CMinor for RONIM. Copyrighted.

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“Day 6 - 3/20/2020” today was mellow. Well as mellow as a week like this could be. In an effort to stay connected to humanity, I’ve been doing virtual lunches and happy hours with friends both in NYC and out of the region. It’s amazing the replacements we create to make our lives feel whole again. I am a hybrid… an ambivert. Truly 50/50. Both an extroverted party girl and an homebody who happily isolates. I feel oddly happy yet slightly off center these days. Doing virtual happy hour with P today felt like old times. My gosh… old times was literally two weeks ago. But we can’t dwell on the past. Soo virtual happy hour with P was a mix of watching old Broad City episodes while we mixed cocktails in our individual homes. We caught up, completed chores, laughed a lot and continuously drank. It was a very good happy hour. The “replacements” in our lives are working. Just got to keep on moving. RONIM Art Studio, Harlem, NYC.

Work by CMinor for RONIM. Copyrighted.

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“I am proud and grateful to God to be an African American woman.” - Maya Angelou

I made this tiger’s eye charm bracelet last month for Black History Month and I completely forgot to show y’all! What do you think! 💛

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