Silent Auction: Visual Poetry Walk

Silent Auction: Visual Poetry Walk

Come to our last and final viewing of all Poetry boxes in one place. The silent auction will take place tomorrow at the International Civil Rights Center and Museum. Experience poetry readings, local visual artists, music and snacks. Artwork starts at $40. Admission this event is FREE!


A labor of Love: Abner’s Tree process

This was a really challenging piece. It was a wrestle of self and soul, and of soul mates. Of ancestry and society. It was a necessary contribution to the dilemas that face us today.


We approached the work from a historical prospective looking for similarities and differences in past and present racial tension and injustices. All the while pondering the possibility of a unified future and asking ourselves what would liberty, unity, and justice for all look like in America.

For me this piece has grown me in many ways. I have wrestled like Jacob with God, seeking answers for past, present and promises for today and tomorrow. Despite the struggle, pain, and the ambiguous future.

In summing up my conclusions from this Art and Dialogue: Racial Tensions in America experience I believe that it does and will take all kinds of people to make the world a better place. Talking to my eye doctor yesterday, and African American man, we spoke of the bullet holes in the walls of A&T state university’s campus of Scott Hall dormitories. I told him my father was on campus at the time when shots rang out from National Guard weapons. Killing one student and wounding others. Now passed away, I wondered if my father would be proud of me and my work. My doc said “you know, you did something.” Which settled it for me.

My sister attended the Million Man March this past weekend. I love her strong, resilient and BOLD spirit. I told a friend if it was back in the day I would be Martin Luther King Jr. and she would Malcolm X. Our personalities are a bit different. 😉 But both men had their methods and they both contributed to society.

I encourage you, DO NOT DISCOUNT YOUR VOICE! You were created for HIS GREAT Purpose! We will not agree on every thing, however, allow God and His word to be your plumb line. If you build on His Word, no matter the quakes YOU will never be shaken.


Artist Statement and Process images

ABNER’S TREE is rooted in the words of 2 Samuel 2:26, “Then Abner called to Joab, “Shall the sword devour forever? Do you not know that the end will be bitter? How long will it be before you tell your people to turn from the pursuit of their brothers?”  And we ask you America, how long will it be?

This art birthed out of our response to our own history as people of the south with two opposing bloodlines and our present day events. We thought it only fitting to create this work together, black and white, husband and wife. We wanted to take an honest look at our history. Ask the hard questions. And open the door for truth, healing, and reconciliation.

We use a tree as the base because throughout many generations the tree has been a symbol of life and of death. It is a meeting place, an image of family, but it was also used to kill many through lynching. The tree itself is an image of tension. The glass surface is pivotal for this work. The work symbolizes a meeting place, and intersection of all colors, tribes, and creeds. No matter, age, gender, or race, as one engages with the piece, the audience will be forced to see through it and engage with those around them. Ultimately, we cannot escape each other. But through humility, an honest look,  love, and forgiveness there is hope of unity.

The painted tree is formed from our profiles. The flag is slumped half mass over the black female side of the tree. Her leg bears its weight in tribute to ancestry bloodshed and how much of America has been build and funded by oppressed peoples. The red from the flag morphs onto the blood from lives lost and riots that fill the streets.

We want viewers to write to us injustices that have been done against them or someone they know. No matter their background or incident. This is to promote honesty, healing and reconciliation. We will take all writings  and adhere them to the pedestal to create a memorial. Respond here or on FB

May Abner’s Tree offer an avenue  through which to grieve, heal, and reconcile. May it promote justice and unity while facing past and present conditions. May it lift heads to hope and provoke some to forgive and other to receive forgiveness as we move towards  a brighter tomorrow.



The Final Concept
Structural Logistics
At the Saw Mill
Milling the Base


Prep the Base
Build the Pedestal
Add Casters
The Final Glass Image
Frost the Glass
Create Image on Glass
In front of the Crown Humanities Building


Final On Display

 In Honor of those who have gone before us and a HUGE thank you who all contributed to the process and the dialogue.


“Have we not come to such an impasse in the modern world that we must love our enemies – or else? The chain reaction of evil – hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars – must be broken, or else we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.” – Dr. ML King Jr










Krystal J F Hart


Ruins and Puffy Clouds

This week’s feature is 16 in  x 20 in mixed media work: Look up


Can there be, should you expect so much from the human soul, hope in perilous times? Is peace possible in the middle of a black night? Is there beauty, hope, life among the ruins?

Share with me your stories here.

Recreating how we see our landscape one stroke at a time.

Yours, with love







Krystal J. F. Hart


Far to often we neglect the soul. We run about like a bullet train on from destination to destination with barely enough time to refuel. We become calloused to our surroundings. Unaware of reality we live life in an imaginary pseudo of what was, what is, and what will be.

Often it’s when you step away from the man-made chaos, the office, the wire, concrete, and metal prefab world that we begin to regain our senses.

So go outside, take a walk and inhale His beauty. It’s only when you step away from the noise that you are truly able to gain a higher perspective.

Come Higher

“Come up here and I will show you what must take place after this.” Rev 4:1

Gaze and enjoy His beauty

Yours with Love,

Krystal J F Hart



Chasm is about exploring the great difference in worlds using visual symbols of the world as we know it. The physical and the spiritual. Christ was the rock that created the chasm in earth. We are earth. Because of this great and violent divide we now have access to the heavens.

The veil was torn and now we can walk with God.

Art areates the earth. Only them may our parched souls receive the fresh rains from heaven. Join us on this incredible journey to regenerate culture, life, and beauty through art.

-Krystal J F Hart

Where Do We Go From Here?

I seek the divine in such darkness.
Where is the fair fight when the lights go out?
I scream and shout. I scream and shout. Much to no avail.
It seems that hell has seized that land, and no one understands me anymore.
Who has turned out the lights?!
I fight and fight to regain normalcy.
Embodied in the present past of traumatic events.
Will I move forward, or linger in the ashes of that which has been lost forever?
-Krystal J. F. Hart

Where Do We Go From Here was created with acrylics, inks, and an image transfer technique. I think of all that has been lost and ravaged by war and violence. I think of my own suffering and lost through my own traumatic experience. We are all but children aren’t we? I think of  “the children of Cain. Child leftovers from the fratricidal violence he symbolized.” -excerpt from Dr. Frank Wood.  The poem above can be seen interlaced through out the sky in the painting. When your storm is raging always remember, but there is still hope in utter darkness!


Painting : mixed media on stretched canvas.

Krystal J. F. Hart

Textures: The beauty found in the entire tapestry

I love textures in my work. There is a dialogue that takes place on the surface. An uncomfortable but necessary  play between the flat smooth surfaces erupting with wrinkles, mounds, scratches and other various forms.


These textures unite images, shapes, forms and colors that  make up the piece.  At the same time they conflict with the eye’s attempt to scan the surface of the image peacefully. This conflict can pull your focus from the beauty of the entire image to focusing on each individual texture that disrupts and distracts.

Textures not only play on your visual sense, but also your tangible. There is something about textures that make you want to reach out and touch. It awakes the inquisitive. Although your eyes see, you hands want to communicate with the art as well. I believe the more senses that are directly involved with encountering the piece the more ones soul is able to breath from the piece and dialogue with it.
Like physical and soul scars gained throughout our lives these textures are like the threads in a life’s tapestry. Some things wound to cause healing like a surgeon and his scalpel. Other things wound to cause  distraction and destruction.


As I like to do, I stand afar to gather the presence of an artwork. And then I move in. I love seeing an artist’s brushstrokes, or finding lint, fingerprints or hair permanently fixed in a piece. These findings are, and were apart of a person. A piece of life is preserved forever in a painting. No matter their aim with the work at large, a part of the being is now a historical artifact fossilized in the piece of art.

As I look at the textures created in my work, whether purposefully or accidentally, I am reminded of my own scars that undulate through my once smooth skin. These textures pay homage to what was once traumatic and painful. That which has healed and has been overcome.

We must work out smooth seasons and our scars. May we come to the rock that is higher than I. Jesus is the only one who can shed light and truth on our life and bring discover and healing to every mound and every valley.

Isa 53:5 But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed.


Let us receive the healing freely given! Only then can we see with heightened perspective the beauty found in the entire tapestry.
– Krystal J. F. Hart