solaterra

Tarah Douglas, a visual artist, and Sundai Johnson, a writer—began developing the concept of solaterra over a text almost four year ago. Solaterra— the name, Spanish in origin and translating to, sun to earth— is a meeting of many sorts, often reflecting how their own individual art speaks to each another. Through solaterra, they are able to exhibit the varying forms their individual and collective art takes, as well as showcase the artistic identities they each embody. The joint works featured below are the inaugural manifestations of the concept.


 
 

©, 2015, Tarah Douglas, three generations of twerking

THREE GENERATIONS OF TWERKING | August 25, 2015

words by sundai johnson

you told my body be quiet,
so how dare my hips speak up,
and curve cups to put my palms in,
booty bodied, twisting lines into shapes,
i'm paint,
see me roll master pieces out of brown skin

©2015, Tarah Douglas

ON BLACK WOMEN BEING MAGIC | November 12, 2015

words by sundai johnson

we're shades of earth
don't make like soil
was not our womb
like we do not erect
from the ground
and sprout
like lilies
push up
concrete
raise up
brown
growin’ up
through cracks
actin’ like we not flowers
actin’ like we don't bloom
actin’ like we don't
swoon
at the sun
i chew dandelions for breakfast
got my mouth feeling all
ground like
maybe weeds
will grow
through these cracks
in my teeth
maybe flowers too
maybe they'll bloom
but you'll see
you'll see blossoms comin' out
my mouth
you'll hear them too
you hear them now.

©2016, Tarah Douglas

UNTITLED | December 21, 2015

words by sundai johnson

Pop goes my tongue
Clack clack
Listen to me kick drums in your ear
I grow in giggles
Gurgle jewels
Catch them in your hand
Wipe off the spit
Put them in your pocket
These I want you to keep
These I want you to
Fiddle in the middle
Of midnight
And tuck under
That pillow
Remember me
As diamonds
And emeralds
And something like gold
Something like royalty

©2016, Tarah Douglas

TRUTH | January 11, 2016

words by sundai johnson

hide and no seek
mister moonside
that heavy chest
bearing down
over bone
and pores
tight and full and
howling
I
found
you
split your skin
and come out
they lied when they said you had to be afraid of the dark,

mister.