Tar Beach by Faith Ringgold became a multi-award-winning children’s book. The story of a childhood memory, where she spent a hot summer evening with her family on the tar beach roof of their apartment. The narrative was taken straight from her story quilt painting, with additional illustrations by the artist. Faith Ringgold went on to create 16 children’s books, which is quite an accomplishment for a visual artist.
How did this artist become an award-winning writer? Here are four lessons from the story of Faith Ringgold that helped her achieve her creative goals. They could inspire you too.
I created this artwork on a Monday, during a difficult season. I was tired, out of art supplies and discouraged, but I had to paint. I had to find what hope felt like to me.
Hope is not accepting things as they are, but having an adamant belief that things will get better.
Faith Ringgold’s firm belief in life is that anything is possible. This accomplished painter, sculptor, writer and performance artist knows what it means to push through obstacles and overcome difficulties.
Born in 1930, in Harlem, Faith Ringgold grew up in a time when being a black woman artist was an almost impossible pursuit. Her political paintings drew attention to the race riots and dealt with issues of inequality.
Ringgold’s paintings became quilts, that incorporated narrative and turned into children’s books. The secret to her success is easy — just don’t give up. …
Faith Ringgold’s firm belief in life is that anything is possible. At 89 years old, this influential artist has overcome poverty, prejudge, and racism, to have her art shown in some of the major art institutions in America. As a painter, sculptor, performance artist and writer, Ringgold has combined artistic mediums to create new forms of art from traditional methods. Through her perseverance and personal strength, she has risen to the top of her profession. She has endured some of the darkest of times in history, to become a truly inspiring artist and person.
Born in 1930, Faith Ringgold grew…
The woman, tired and alone, finally reached the landing of the small third-floor apartment. She opened the door slightly to look inside.
She sighed and pushed the door fully open, feeling completely exhausted. The funeral had taken her last remaining strength, and as she looked around the room, she felt concerned. She had no money and few belongings.
Paintings leaned against the walls, and stacks of them were piled on the floor. There must be hundreds, she thought, and all worthless.
Jo finished packing. She emptied the desk, feeling exasperated that her husband had supported his brother for so long…
The lockdown happened fast in my country of New Zealand. Although we didn’t have high cases of Coronavirus, the government took the situation seriously. At the time of the announcement, our accommodation facility had 90 tenants and being the manager; I was deeply concerned for the welfare of the students. In the panic of the oncoming quarantine, half the hostel population returned to their families, leaving us with about 45 people to manage. A much easier number of people to care for, but a more intense cleaning regime and the fear of infection was a constant threat.
Although it was…
On 15 May 1990, The Portrait of Doctor Gachet by the Dutch artist Vincent van Gogh was sold for $82.5 million (U.S.) to Ryoei Saito, (Japan’s second-largest paper manufacturer). This painting holds the record for the most expensive painting ever sold at auction. How can this work of art, that no one wanted during the artist’s lifetime, sell for such an incredible amount of money one hundred years after it was painted? Is it because of Van Gogh’s incredible talent or is it because of the story surrounding the artist’s life?
We all have the desire to be known and to find where we belong. My journey in finding my way home to New Zealand is not just a tale about discovering family and place of origin, but it is about the discovery of self.
As an adopted person, I had struggled with self-worth all my life. Discovering my true identity has healed within me a sense of rejection and has given me a greater appreciation of self.
The woman chose her dress carefully and made sure her shoes matched perfectly. After all, she thought, this is an exhibition opening and there would be a lot of fancy people to impress. She inspected her appearance in the mirror, with one final glance, as she left her apartment. She was excited to be heading to the gallery in Manhattan. The elevator ride up to the gallery entrance only served to increase her feelings of expectation. She had heard a new artist was showing her solo exhibition, an event first for both of them.
As she stepped off the elevator…