Elton Leonard Will Be DECKED OUT! Saturday, 4.18.2015

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Elton Leonard is now creating Art on SKATEBOARD DECKS!

This Saturday, April 18, 2015, Elton Leonard will be revealing his first hand-painted Skateboard Deck on Sale for the first time ever, at the “Decked Out: Skateboard Deck Art Show.”

There will be Vendors, Live Performances, Raffle Giveaways and amazing Skateboard Art from NYC’s Top Elite Visual Artists and Graffiti Writers:

Kenny Hardwork, Gazoo Tothemoon, Frank Ape, Blaze, Pesu Art, Rob Plater, Sien Ide, Downer, Adam Dare, Erica Shmerica, YouthWaste, HEYA, Shino Chain, Brian Convery, El Stabo, Kerry NYC, Andre Trenier, Danyell Simpson, Tobias Batz, Elton Leonard, William Power, Terrell Middlebrooks, Sashalynillo, Pink Eye, AmenRa and Think NYC.

 

Saturday, April 18, 2015
6pm @ The Black Bear Bar
70 N. 6th Street, Brooklyn NYC

Admission: $5.00 – Free for Skaters and RSVP Media


www.deckedoutart.info
to purchase tickets online:
http://www.eventbrite.com/e/decked-out-art-show-tickets-16262168584

CELEBRATE WOMEN’S HISTORY MONTH!

This Month belongs to the Mothers of Civilization! There will be many paintings and drawings of my collection available for sale, as well as new pieces celebrating and paying tribute to the feminine energy for the rest of this month. Stay tuned to eltonleonard.com for more updates! WOMEN RULE! 🙂

MLK Day 2015

Martin Luther King, Jr.

I Have a Dream

:: Delivered 28 August 1963, at the Lincoln Memorial, Washington D.C. ::

“I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the “unalienable Rights” of “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.”

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: “For Whites Only.” We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until “justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”¹

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest — quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”2

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

                Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

2014: A Year of Adventure

Frida (2014)-  Acrylics on Canvas (16x20)
Frida (2014)- Acrylics on Canvas (16×20) – SOLD $250 @ The DL Lounge, Tuesday, July 8, 2014

2014 was considered a very challenging year for me; many loses, along with many gains. I have found new friends and had lost loyal ones, I have lost my living privileges privileges yet re-established living connections with family, lost a job to gain another one, made sales on some of my pieces, yet many others have not been sold yet; this year was rough year. However, this year has become a year of blessings and enlightenment. I give thanks to all of the Artists and Curators I have worked with and have befriended; I thank all of my family, friends, customers and fans who have continued to support me. May 2015 be a year of Peace, Love, Prosperity, Joy, Happiness, Health, Wealth, Wisdom, Divine Guidance and Positive Life for EVERYONE! 2015-year of Mastery!

Mortal Kombat (2014)

Acrylic on Canvas – 16×24

This is considered a Live Art comeback piece I’ve decided to create. The intention was to illustrate a message to the audience that Police Brutality is not just an American problem that is usually fused by Racism; but that Police Brutality and punishment is worldwide. For some reason, most Police forces tend to go beyond the law to unrightfully punish and kill the innocent. We need to have a better sense of Humanity. 🙂

Hidden Master (2014)

All my life, ever since 1985 when my mother took me and my brother to see the film, “The Last Dragon,” was one of the most greatest moments in my childhood. I remember asking and begging my mom after the movie was over, “can we see it again?” So we sat there and watched the movie twice, LOL!

This piece, “Hidden Master,” tells a story similar to the movie about one who constantly keeps searching for a master and then realizes later in life that the key to finding the master is to master self and understand that one is the master all along. 🙂

“Only one who devotes himself to a cause with his whole strength and soul can be a true master. For this reason mastery demands all of a person.”

~ Albert Einstein

Aim.

“Work hard for what you want because it won’t come to you without a fight. You have to be strong and courageous and know that you can do anything you put your mind to. If somebody puts you down or criticizes you, just keep on believing in yourself and turn it into something positive.”
~ Leah LaBelle

Future Master (2014)

Lately, I have been spending most of my time in the lab. After developing my skills in Acrylics, I’ve decided to go back to my original style of Tradigital Art, with now putting into more into practice of my pencil work in order to blend my colors more proficiently. Feels good to return to what you are comfortable with; there is always room for growth. 🙂

Future Master is s standalone portrait, bring you into the light of the realities of American Education and how it affects the African-American community. This piece was meant to bring an awareness as well as a motivation for black youth to keep developing their education and never settle for less.

On-going price for this piece is $360.00, 18×24. The Artpiece with be available for sale soon on eltonleonard.com. In the meantime: for any inquiries, custom artwork requests or sales, please contact me directly at eltonleonard@gmail.com.


This was an amazing moment last Tuesday at 
The Collage Movement NYC Live Art at the DL Show- With tributes to the Native Tongues. My long-time fellow brother, renowned artist Derick Cross, painted live next to me for the first time in over ten years; this was a wonderful and special historical moment for me; Derick and I go way back almost 20 years when I first began my humble beginnings in the Black/Latino Art world. doing exhibits and shows together. Love you Derick!