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.


I haven’t drank coffee in two weeks.
What am I awake for?
As I pour warm dark coffee in my mug,
I begin to wonder …
1 cup
sugar and cream
stir, i’m stirring.
i sip my coffee
i enter dreams
warm drink in my ribs
i’m lost,
this is big.
if only you could see what i see
i sip my coffee
you’ll never know,
except I haven’t drank coffee in two weeks.
what am I awake for?

She responds to

Your kind of woman,
What a girl.
I’m yours yours yours
Your kind of woman
sweet heart,
you’re feeling so tired
don’t fall apart
it should all make sense to you
i stick right next to you whever you go
because i’m
yours yours yours
your kind of woman
what a girl.
i’m yours
you’re down on your hands and knees
beggin me
you want to show me your world
show me.
show me your world
your kind of woman
what a girl.

(Inspired by the song “My kind of woman” Mac Demarco)

orange juice

The wind whispers, but chimes don’t.
I was cold all night, it caused me to toss and turn.
I walk through my beaded curtains.
I arrive to clear water lagoon.
All I want is orange juice.
cold cold orange juice.