Mission Statement: naïve Art

Mission: naïve Art for social change.
a blog, platform, and research project focused on applicable theories related to stand point feminism/ / womanism, communication studies, sociology / / anthropology, and cultural studies, through writing and art.

Art is defined as forms of creative expression that are guided by aesthetic principles and involve imagination, skill, and style. Art is present in every culture, our universal language, it embellishes identity, reality, and perception, as well as creates a cultural attitude. A naïve artist exists within each of us. creative and experimental, I explore versatile artistic elements to journal perspectives connected to religion, gender, sexuality, race, and lastly, socio- emotional, economic, and political culture. My objective is to authentically express myself, but also institute a cultural attitude that collaborates with stand point womanism via media communication, and performative languages.

Art and creativity are (also) mental exercises that realign mind, body, and spirit. It requires strength and consciousness to delve into layers of self.  To harness and manifest a sense of freedom, I individualize and discover my creative preferences and abilities. I want to amplify the use of Art and creativity, a cultural capita, to resonate back to an essential part of our core human self.

Through Art, language, and other styles of communication I reflect ideas, objects, relationships, and environments in relation to my highest and lowest self. I remind audiences of Art’s powerful healing properties in society, and dire times. All forms of Art enable us to unify, inspire, and deliver messages we each wish to exude. I expect to raise awareness, and perhaps some controversy, as an effort to enlighten others of ambiguity, and minimize social exclusion, or marginalization.

Till our souls meet. <<+>>


Amaris Jacobs


Homepage: WOMANIST.

Welcome to my sacred space! 1st page, home page, sending:
Love. Truth. Peace. Prosperity. Abundance.



Alice Walker’s Definition of a “Womanist”
In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens: Womanist Prose
Copyright 1983.

Due to intersectionality, many feminist theories are noninclusive.
I identify most with the following:

1. From womanish. (Opp. of “girlish,” i.e. frivolous, irresponsible, not serious.) Feminist of color. “you acting womanish,” i.e., like a woman. Usually referring to outrageous, audacious, courageous or willful behavior. Wanting to know more and in greater depth than is considered “good” for one. Interested in grown up doings. Acting grown up. Being grown up. Interchangeable with another black folk expression: “You trying to be grown.” Responsible. In charge. Serious.
2. Also: A woman who loves other women, sexually and/or nonsexually. Appreciates and prefers women’s culture, women’s emotional flexibility (values tears as natural counterbalance of laughter), and women’s strength. Sometimes loves individual men, sexually and/or nonsexually. Committed to survival and wholeness of entire people, male and female. Not a separatist, except periodically, for health. Traditionally a universalist.
3.Loves music. Loves dance. Loves the moon. Loves the Spirit. Loves love and food and roundness. Loves struggle. Loves the Folk. Loves herself. Regardless.
4. Womanist is to feminist as purple is to lavender.

naïve She.


It was 90 degrees
Tropic weather
Glistened in sweat
She walks feet through soil, Earth, for grounding
Palm trees, big leaves
Lots of trees
coconut and orange trees
I’m in a contemplative moment.
Hold it
Hold it.
I said Hold it.
Suddenly, it glistens

Sun, She listened.

hold it.
Glistened in sweat
It begins to rain,
Glisten in sweat and God’s best
What’s next?
“new life”, a wise one said.
a wise one said


Hi I’m back,
I had a lot of growth to take care of. Bloom.
She, the flower, blooms.
Will you be my muse… again?
Finally, she grew.
witness me bloom… again?
Trials and tribulations
constantly my stipulation
Hi I’m back,
I grew.
I bloom.
She, the flower, blooms.
Witness me bloom … again?

She breathes,

She’s a young woman, exploring her sexuality.
She’s untamed, speaking the truth that resides inside her chest.
She’s free, freedom is her individuality.
She’s a young woman, traveling the journey of her being.
no water, no food,
but she. breathes.
i inhale til i fall asleep.
but she.breathes.
they say “i don’t know me.”
i say, “i am She.”

Love is a damn mood.

I’m in the mood to be loved,
to surrender – tell em, “be tender”
Grab and kiss me,
Tell me that you.fucking.miss.me.
It’s always so complicated,
when It shouldn’t be, too.
high off love.
Long texts, rough sex
“I love you” after yoga is a damn mood.
Time is wasted, hasten
pauses and slow moves, I like that too.
I’m in the mood to be loved.
Jump off cliffs, waterfalls, we dip
cuddle while I’m sore with you.
Juice and food
But …
I have a heavy sweet tooth
Dessert is always a damn mood
Sunday, lay in bed.
Messy clumsy and silly with you you you
Long texts, rough sex
Do they want love as much as we do?
Love is a damn mood.

In case you weren’t told this morning.

You are strong, intelligent, and beautiful
We love you.
You have so much potential
If you’re struggling, struggle is temporary, journeys prepare us for our highest self.
Seriously, we love you.
Don’t exit or leave reality
We need you.
When you leave, we can’t sleep.
We weep.
I wish you were told:
Please don’t leave.
We need you.
Don’t exit
We’ll miss you…
You have so much potential left.
Seriously, we love you.
But, now you are on to the next best
Heaven is the space & place for you,
I bet.

In memory of our pcc student-
Rest in Peaceful Heaven stranger.
Amplify your light and wings from sky

6th day and Moon

Where is my muse? mute.
She is mute.
On the 6th day,
She still waits patiently for muse-
Muse, you are my Moon.
Full Moon,
I waited and I wake for you.

I brought flowers for you, too.
6 day, I won’t be mute.
When the Sun travels down,
She does too.
Full Moon,
I waited and I wake for you.

I brought flowers for you, too.

Moon, was jealous…
Moon said, “Moon child, She didn’t write for Moon.”
Moon, ritual begins after 6 on the 6th day
Just She and Moon.

Moon. I.thought.you…knew.
Down I wind, back to hiatus with Sun + Moon.
Lovers are 2, Sun+Moon
Like, me and you.
O, Full Moon-

On the 6th day She went away with Moon.

Down I wind, back to hiatus with Sun + Moon.

Hello, October, Autumn, Sun, and Moon.