pgp377: Lotus & Masai… remembering that morning

a moment of organic afrosensuality… “in the morning, in that room (you know… the one in the back where all of the stuff you don’t throw away is put because you don’t know what to do with it) earthSista Lotus began to carefully twist the strands of hair of the new earthBrotha Masai.” We revisit intimacy at first light. It is fragile, loving and intense… on this Throwback Thursday, as we admire the Ryan Nichole Leary’s art inspired by the captures of that morning, we reflect on a why black love runs deep. Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook...

pgp374: a taste of Apache…

While all of our features are for everyone, this one is a special note for the artists and photographers who partake in the experiences we have every 2nd Monday (tonight!) at the Apache Cafe in Atlanta. There’s an ambiance in the place; a play of light and shadow that works with the location’s decor to create truly unique backdrops for potentially extraordinary images. Because of the low light many photographers use their flashes to create extraordinary images of color and form but they miss the opportunity to use the shadows to create captures filled with emotion and drama. Everyone...

Black Americana I: Afrika the Great – America the Beautiful

Images by Saddi Khali Photography AMBIVALENCE : The coexistence of opposing attitudes or feelings, such as love and hate, toward a person, object, or idea. I put myself in conversation with the flag, with the context of my HISTORY. There is a history in this country my skin has been seen as dirty, my beauty cheap and base arousing only sensual desire. I ASSERT that I AM pure in MY SKIN, my nakedness, my beauty. I will STILL be OFFENSIVE to some and in my modesty i cover that which is most precious. Do u see birds hiding there beauty, are the flowers ashamed of there splendor. Neither am I. I AM...

pgp371: him by PrettyFire

I remember him and you do too. Him when you first met him…. and that BIG fight you had on the last day of school. OR. The following fall when tag, red light green and kick ball. Turned into playing: Doctor, Momma and Daddy & catch a girl kiss a girl. AND When & If HE chased you, you ran…cause you KNEW…. if he caught u he was determined to be your first to kiss you. EVEN….if you slugged him. OR HIM. The cutie pie from Jr High the one you were always getting into fights over…..the one with that good hair, light skinned and them green grey eyes. OOHHHH you loveddddddddddd you...

pgp370: TAJ in an Apache interlude

You only are free when you realize you belong no place — you belong every place — no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great. ~Maya Angelou For me, the day leading up to Pangea’s night at the Apache Cafe was a tense one. It typically is; bringing together the earthSistas, getting everything together, letting everyone know that what’s going and not knowing, until you are in the middle of it, that it’s all working out. Yet as the night continued and everything seemed to be going okay, the unexpected happened. TAJ walked into the door. A rebel leader, a true earthMama,...

Bohemian Circus Reloaded: Dangerous, Wicked, Hypnotic

Miss JadeFox lives. A couple of weeks ago the earthSistas performed a theme at the Apache Cafe–posing for artists and photographers. VoodooChile. We each inhabited different incarnations of the woman of magic. We brought totems, masks, candles to allow ourselves to get into a trance. On the back patio, in the cool night air, we dress each other, paint our bodies, as if the act of prepping was a ritual in itself. Wild Orchid covered in body in white paint which seems to speak of the dead. animal print drapes her breasts, orange head scarf adorns her hair, yellow fabric rests on her hips and...

pgp357: GEO’s hood…

a few excerpts from moments of struggled expression   conflicts within one’s self and transient breakdowns that appear as if she is becoming completely undone. but maybe what actually cracks is the ego; that ephemeral shell of false confidence born out naiveté and fear.   When it comes to art, food, fashion, health, fitness music, culture and society Pangea’s Garden continues to bring you the culture that cultivates. We actively strive to be your Afrosensual nexus of ideas, images, commentary, participation and events that inspire, provoke, entertain and actively...

a LuvJonez Valentine…

Darius Lovehall: Say, baby… can I be Your slave? I’ve got to admit girl you’re the shit girl…and I’m digging you like a grave. Now, do they call you Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar… or maybe Queen of 10,000 moons? Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star? Is your name Yemaya? Oh, hell no. Its got to be Oshun. Oooh, is that a smile me put on your face, child… wide as a field of jasmine and clover? Talk that talk, honey. Walk that walk, money. High on legs that’ll spite Jehovah. Shit. Who am I? It’s not important. But me they call me brother to...

A night of FELA at Apache Cafe

Vincent Apache Cafe has always been my joint. If you’ve been here in Pangea for a while then you know that Monday nights at the Apache were one of the founding influences on the cultivation of the Garden. So when the opportunity for the earthSistas to have a Monday night of their own, I thought it was great. Last month, earthSistas came together to create a FELA-inspired night that, to me, was pure magic. And I was not the only one, as the previous feature of some of the other photographers’ works showed. earthSistas… FELA… and the Apache Cafe. A beautiful blend of afrosensuality,...

FELA’s muses at the Apache Interlude

Vincent I really should not say this but Pangea’s events are the bane of  my existence.  I mean it, really. They are SO chaotic and organic and stressful. They eat up too much of my time, making it difficult to maintain any semblance of an editorial schedule for the website. The events are always demanding. The earthSistas! THEY ARE DEMANDING! There are SO MANY last minute changes, mishaps and … ‘organic infusions of happenstance.’  I am always worried that the audience won’t appreciate our vision. I never have a true clue of how the night is going to go until...

Sekhmet… studies in blue

Magic is not a miracle. It is an art. It requires study. It requires practice. I am not one to say what I do is magic. I would never say that. I do strive to create art with my efforts in the vain attempt to do justice to what I imagine and what I see. Some of my entries here are the personal journey… the ‘in-between’ moments… of my studies. Images such as the ones featured here would be my roughs, my renderings. I feel very fortunate to be surrounded by creative and experimental muses like earthSista Sekhmet, who are willing to stroll down these paths, that may not have been taken...

In the grip, an Apache interlude

you never know what might happen at the Apache Cafe… whisked to the darkness a single light baring witness one stolen moment a moment with earthSista SweetMoon and earthBrotha Stitch at the Apache Cafe… The Afrosensual Aesthetic is the GardenVoice that pushes the limits and deepens the perspective. It is still be done from a position of respect, pride and joy, but here we will be able to explore themes that don’t quite fit within the earthSista box. Its is a place for the sensual lovermakers and the premium cultivators. Check it out and share your thoughts and ideas and...

an afrosensual moment…

we didn’t know how far we would go… pressed against the window she moaned and welcomed him longingly, he thrusted deep again and again embraces… bites… kisses an Afrosensual prelude… to a moment AfroerotiK More to come  soon in Scottie’s AfroerotiK and AfroerotiK.com Scottie Lowe, owner and founder of AfroerotiK.com, essentially, creates erotica, for and about people of color, that shows us in a healthy, beautiful, sensual light. Scottie comments and writes erotica because there was nothing that spoke to her. Scottie says, “I wanted to have something that...

pgp349: ronirone… “a journey to redemption”

“Yearnings of success & acheivement haunt me in my sleep, startle me awake, inspire journeys of sensual exploration & at times suffocate my breath; these yearnings come in many visual manifestations & demand to be inhaled, explored & conquered; these yearnings beckon & insist on being shared with the universe so it’s creative principles live eternal like my soul.” an excerpt from runirone’s Artist’s Statement runirone shoots contemporary nude art for international gallery exhibits, fine art magazines & books. He’s a contemporary artist & director of...

YEME… on the seventh floor

Concrete mountains with soulless glass eyes bore witness to earthSista YEME‘s afrosensual display. On a Sunday afternoon in downtown Atlanta, the young princess toured a seventh floor condo that was stylishly furnished in an urban mix of modern and afrocentric elements. Huge widows allowed the sun to silhouette her figure. She lounged around the space as shecreated inspired poses for capture. YEME was bold, creative, unabashed and truly liberated. Her moves were almost effortless. The earthSista made being beautiful look so easy. And the nubile nymph was as comfortable in her skin in this...
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