Anthony Ricciardi -Life of a Contemporary Artist

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by JERMAINE DUNKLEY

Anthony Ricciardi is not your typical artist, he’s motivated by purpose, destiny and himself to say the least. Having his first art exhibition earlier this month was everything he had hope it to be, and contrary  to everything this only proved that it’s within in art lies,  somewhere hidden In all his paintings.

So who is the man behind the art?

Born in 1991, the Toronto-born artist and entrepreneur has been embracing art since a young age through his fascination with the expressive, emotional nature found in tactile elements of art composition. With a knack for polychromatic mixing, his audience is fascinated by his inability to accurately see colours from beingcolourblind.

Finessing his craftsmanship and knack for visual storytelling Ricciardi began painting on a larger scale post-graduation from Alabama State University where he spent 5 years studying finance and playing baseball. Under the roof of his 70-year-old backyard greenhouse, featured in a 2015 Forbes article on contemporary studio spaces, he turns his realities into art. A king of his own heart and catcher of his dreams, Ricciardi is constantly taking artistic risks without compromising his tell-tale style.

He’s created original pieces for artists, from Toronto rapper Kardinal Offishall to luxury shoe designer Jon Buscemi, and has works housed in various studios and condos across the city, most recently a signature abstract piece in the new Concord Adex Park Place Condo development lobby. Opening up a world of colour and interpretation for his viewers, he lets personal experience shape our present state of mind

Through dedication, without the concept of colour, Ricciardi reconnects the disconnects of life’s realities by taking spectators out of their mundane reality at a time where technology leads our lives. Ricciardi allows his audience to take a step forward and explore the relationship between art and memorable feelings through open interpretation.

​Every piece, with its harmonious layer of colour, presents an energetic fresh new story to every viewer that interprets it. 

Below are some of Ricciardi’s finest pieces, for more you can visit http://www.Ricciardipaints.com

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Contemporary Art – By Glenn Deneve

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by JERMAINE DUNKELY

Light My Fire is a one among many series in the GD. Gallery,  representing the brightness of life,  surpass the dull moments and celebrating the peak mountains. Deneve just keeps on outdoing himself.

For the best contemporary art visit http://www.glenndeneve.com instagram: GD.gallery or email nickleback10128@yahoo.com to purchase.

The Light My Fire series features:

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Beyonce being sued for every drop of ‘Lemonade’

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by JERMAINE DUNKLEY

Allegedly a filmmaker is sueing the “I ain’t sorry!” for stealing his storyline for a movie he did about a year ago to appease her album.

Beyonce ranting about Jay Z‘s alleged affair wasn’t her idea at all… according to the filmmaker who says Beyonce’s visual album copies a movie he made more than a year before “Lemonade” dropped. 

Matthew Fulks is the man that suing Beyonce and her record label all at once, saying much of the “Lemonade” trailer completely rips off his 2014 short film, “Palinoia.” In the suit, he says his project also depicted a “tumultuous relationship.”

He says his beef is really over 39 seconds of the trailer, which have a slew of images similar to his movie. Specifically … characters in front of graffiti-covered walls, red tinted images, dimly lit parking garages and closeup shots of “overgrown grass.” There are more .

Mathew says he knows a Senior VP at Columbia Music, Bey’s label, saw “Palinoia” sometime in 2015 — and he thinks the exec stole his ideas for “Lemonade” … which started shooting at the end of 2015.

He wants Bey and the label to fork over a cut of the royalties made from the album.

Glenn Deneve – The Abstract Artist

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by JERMAINE DUNKLEY

Deneve’s Art is fueled by personal experiences and everything that you might think, do or desire.  He expresses words through art and art into being. His work holds deep meaning and are very relatable to people’s emotions and desires. His personal craft holds such meaning that with every detail, comes define meanings behind the art. The stories behind his art always resonates with his audience and this inspires him even more as his aim is to bring happiness with his work.

“Every painting I create is done with the intention of providing the viewer with joy and happiness. Each painting reflects my love of life and nature.” Glenn said.

Glenn was born in Bruges, Belgium. His parents were both artistic and influential to him early on in the world of art, so it is no surprise that their profound impact on him made him become fascinated and inspired with art at a very young age.

From childhood Glenn was drawn to the United States and the creative vibe of California. In 1997 Glenn moved to Los Angeles, CA to pursue his dreams.

Glenn’s exploration of bright colors and textures is integral to the process he has developed and used over the years. He gets inspired by the beautiful colors of nature and the reflection of sunlight on the tall buildings in Los Angeles. His work is characterized in a combination of acrylic paint, different mediums, watercolors and ink on either canvas, paper or wooden frames.

Over time Glenn’s work appealed to private clients and collectors in the U.S, and Europe. A well renowned architect from Basel in Switzerland commissioned Glenn to make 25 unique pieces to be placed in the most prestigious residences.

Most recently, Eli and Edythe Broad acquired a painting of his for their private residence.

He is currently working on 15 pieces for a new house in Bel Air, and on commisioned pieces for several private clients until mid 2016. Glenn currently resides in Beverly Hills, California.http://www.Glenndeneve.com

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Who Was Kimbo Slice?

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by JERMAINE DUNKLEY

Like myself  a lot of you didn’t know who Kimbo Slice was, well saying the pictures I instantly recalled seeing the bearded athlete in the ring. The very intimidating street fighter who parlayed his very own internet popularity my a margin to his own advantage. His popular surpass his street boy creds into a mixed martial arts career and worldwide fame, on June 6, 2016 he was pronounced dead. He was 42.

Slice, whose real name was Kevin Ferguson, was rushed to a hospital in Margate, Florida, not too far from his home Monday, Coral Springs Police Sgt. Carla Kmiotek said in an interview.

Slice’s longtime manager Mike Imber, confirmed his death on Monday.

“We lost our brother today,” Imber said in a text message to The Associated Press.

The cause of death unclear. Kmiotek said there is no active police investigation, and no foul play is suspected.

Born in the Bahamas and brought up in the Miami area, Kimbo was a strip club bouncer and bodyguard who began competing in unsanctioned street fights in 2003. Videos of his violent knockout victories in those bouts became wildly popular online, both for Slice’s raw punching power and his distinctive, intimidating appearance

I didn’t know Kimbo Slice,  Did you? And did he ever influenced you in any way?

Muhammed Ali – The Legend

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by JERMAINE DUNKLEY

Conceived Cassius Clay in Louisville, Kentucky, in 1942, Muhammad Ali turned into an Olympic gold medalist in 1960 and the world heavyweight enclosing champion 1964. Taking after his suspension for denying military administration, Ali recovered the heavyweight title two more times amid the 1970s, winning well known sessions against Joe Frazier and George Foreman along the way. Determined to have Parkinson’s illness in 1984, Ali committed quite a bit of his opportunity to charity, acquiring the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2005. He passed on June 3, 2016, in Phoenix, Arizona.

Boxer, donor and social extremist Muhammad Ali was conceived Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr. on January 17, 1942, in Louisville, Kentucky. Ali appeared at an early age that he wasn’t anxious about any session inside or outside of the ring. Experiencing childhood in the isolated South, he encountered racial partiality and separation firsthand.

At 12 years old, Ali found his ability for boxing through an odd spot of destiny. His bicycle was stolen, and Ali told a cop, Joe Martin, that he needed to pound the cheat. “Indeed, you better figure out how to battle before you begin testing individuals,” Martin apparently let him know at the time. Notwithstanding being a cop, Martin likewise prepared youthful boxers at a nearby rec center.

Ali began working with Martin to figure out how to fight, and soon started his boxing profession. In his first novice session in 1954, he won the battle by split choice. Ali went ahead to win the 1956 Golden Gloves competition for amateurs in the light heavyweight class. After three years, he won the National Golden Gloves Tournament of Champions, and also the Amateur Athletic Union’s national title for the light heavyweight division.

Seemingly boxing’s most commended competitor, heavyweight champion Muhammad Ali was additionally known for his open position against the Vietnam War and his long-term fight with Parkinson’s infection.

Chicago had the Deadliest January in 16 Years – Chicago or Chiraq?!?

 

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by   JERMAINE DUNKLEY

It’s being said that Chicago’s Drill music and Police killings are both aiding outrageous explosions and senseless killings in the projects ‘hood’ of Chicago. The city has never seen so much blood for the past 16 years in only a month.

Chicago saw a sensational spike in the quantity of manslaughters and shootings in January – the bloodiest begin to a year in no less than 16 years and a blow to blow police force attempting to recapture open trust taking after the arrival of a video of a white police officer shooting a black teenager. That cause days of dissenting on the black lives matter movement as they were angered by Laquan McDonald being shot 16 times by the officer and an alleged conspiracy about a cover up.

Protestors filled downtown Chicago requiring the resignation of Mayor Rahm Emanuel on January 20, 2016. Emanuel apologized for the demise of Laquan McDonald and for the brokenness of the city’s police department.

“I own it,” he said. “I take responsibility for what happened because it happened on my watch,”  Angered by how the Chicago Police Department treats the city’s minorities reached a critical stage in late November after video of an officer murdering 17-year-old McDonald was discharged. Lawyer General Loretta Lynch reported a government investigation concerning assertions of civil rights infringement by the force.

“But does he mean it or Just sorry he got caught?” one protestor said. Goggans stood silently holding a sign that said “16 shots and a cover up #LaquanMcDonald #ResignRahm.” Others in the room chanted “Black Lives Matter.”

Chicago which is currently being called Chiraq by a majority has been wild with gang related and senseless killings. Since last January for shooting incidents dramatically increased from 119 to 242, the quantity of shooting casualties expanded from 136 to 292 and 51 homicides contrasted with the 29 of January 2015.

And with recent murder of 9-years-old Tyshawn Lee, who was lured into an alley and executed in connection with his father’s gang relations and the shooting and attempted murder of Drill rapper King Louie its getting worst. Louie whose real name is Louis King Johnson Jr. was shot at 22 times 7 of which hit him including a bullet fragment to the head, he is still alive; the crime continued as three other men were shot dead right after leading into January. When asked by CNN’s Don Lemon what’s going on in Chicago the rapper went on to say “The devil is working overtime.”, he is expected to have a full recovery and also relocate from Chicago.

Xander: Book 1 Of The Sexiest Series

Xander: Book 1 Of The Sexiest Series: Disclaimer

@2016 Jermaine Dunkley Xander (18+ Only)

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without express permission from the author. All rights for the book 
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SNEAK PEEK,

The sexual tension was so much, it hitched, “Xander, could you lower the front several inches, please?” she said in ecstasy “And pull the table up another foot.” While she spoke I teased her breasts, rolling the nipples, stroking the undersides.

I leaned in slowly, brushing her lips teasingly. Scoping out the terrain, meeting her lips, her mouth was soft with a tiny ridge in the center of the lower lip dividing into two tiny bottoms. I took the kiss deeper, opening her lips with my own, coaxing her into responding to it all.

Under a slow assault, her mouth softened, much like the nipples of a woman after she’d come. Still going deeper, I invaded her mouth, controlling her space, 
taking possession.

Her finger’s tightened around my hands, so I tightened my fingers around her breast. A gasp, I read in her mind the complex roil of emotions of a woman with growing needs. Heat seared pathways to her breasts down to her pussy, and when I sucked her tongue into my mouth, it upped the sensations in her body the way an elevator carries a person 
to the top of a building.

When her appealing body quivered with hunger, I drew away carefully before I could be lured in more.
A promise was a promise, and she was overwhelmed so much already. If the chill of the air cooled her lust then so be it. Of course, if her needs and thoughts drove her back

into my territory. Well, my imagination had already placed her in my bed more times than I can remember. Her pussy open to my tongue, my fingers, and then my cock. I was getting overwhelmed myself, I would’ve surely enjoy taking her over and over again until her screams of ecstasy left her limp and ready to take again.

“Up…Sweet thing” as I pushed her to her feet, wrapped an arm around her knees 
buckled.

I ran my hands down her ass, squeezed each cheeks in turn, the vivid pink that had glowed on her skin flashed my mind. She caught her breath…

Stroking her buttocks still, enjoying her confusion as the soreness quickly yet so slowly twisted into erotic sensation. “If I were to bit you there, you’d come.”
Her back stiffened has her mind went wild, and she tried to move away. She wasn’t used to words tantalizing her deepest desires even as fingers did her in the pussy.

Without saying a hold lot more, although I was already thinking of what I’d be saying to her next, what I’d say when her first wrist was shackled to my bed. Sigh! I took a deep breath as I got a grip…big brown eyes, perfectly shaped eye brows and a smile that defies the weather, meet Melissa…

Something inside her tightened at my words I could feel it, fascination and mixed with a bit of shock. As we sat on the floor to clean the stain, nothing was being done; I chuckled and pressed my lips to the top of her head “I want a kiss.” “That’s all?” she asked suspiciously. Narrowing my eyes, I stroked the undersides of her breast, my thumb massaging the nipples. Her alarm was accompanied by a flare of heat. “Maybe I should ask for more?” I murmured.

She then set her hands over mine, trying to pull me 
away, as successfully as a cat tugging on a human’s hand. “One kiss” with an aggrieved sigh, she tilted her head up. I leaned in slowly, brushing her lips teasingly. Scoping out the terrain, meeting her lips, 
her mouth was soft with a tiny ridge in the center of the lower lip dividing into two tiny bottoms. I took the kiss deeper, opening her lips with my own, coaxing her into responding to it all. Under a slow assault, her mouth softened, much like the nipples of a woman after she’d come. Still going deeper, I invaded her mouth, controlling her space, taking possession.

Her finger’s tightened around my hands, so I tightened my fingers around her breast. A gasp, I read in her mind the complex roil of emotions of a woman with growing needs. 

Heat seared pathways to her breasts down to her pussy, and when I sucked her tongue into my mouth, it upped the sensations in her body the way an elevator carries a person to the top of a building. When her appealing body quivered with hunger, I drew away carefully before I could be lured in more.

A promise was a promise, and she was overwhelmed so much already. If the chill of the air cooled her lust then so be it. Of course, if her needs and thoughts drove her back into my territory. Well, my imagination had already placed her in my bed more times than I can remember. Her pussy open to my tongue, my fingers, and then my cock. I was getting overwhelmed myself, I would’ve surely enjoy taking her over and over again until her screams of ecstasy left her limp and ready to take again.

I shook my head to ease down a little, and then brushed another kiss over that mouth that was almost as sumptuous as her breasts. “Up…Sweet thing” as I pushed her to her feet, wrapped an arm around her knees buckled. Just to tag at her, to put 
strength back into her legs and to see if the wave of punishments were turning into something else.

I ran my hands down her ass, squeezed each cheeks in turn, the vivid pink that had glowed on her skin flashed my mind. She caught her breath, and with exhaustion oh yes, another gratifying increase of heat. “Pain is a sensation very close to excitement” I 
murmured, stroking her buttocks still, enjoying her confusion as the soreness quickly yet so slowly twisted into erotic sensation. “If I were to bit you there, you’d come.”Her back stiffened has her mind went wild, and she tried to move away. She wasn’t 
used to words tantalizing her deepest desires even as fingers did her in the pussy.

Without saying a hold lot more, although I was already thinking of what I’d be saying to her next, what I’d say when her first wrist was shackled to my bed. I tucked strands of her hair behind her ear, my fingers leaving a tingle in the wake “It’s rare I would enjoy being assaulted by a stranger.” “Huh.” I quickly shouted. We laughed. The shakes were lessening and her brain was starting to work again.

“So a submissive person like you wouldn’t just go belly up if I ordered you around?” I asked. She grinned; a flash of white teeth hit me in a darkly tanned face. Despite her growing fear, she could feel the hardness of my body reaching alongside hers, and it sent a shiver of excitement through both of us. So more so wine spilled as her elbow met mine “I am so clumsy…” she said, the softness of her voice was almost seductive, we were both so tipsy.

Simultaneously we gazed at each other has our eyes closed in. Smiling slightly I drew even closer to her, right up until her breast were crushed by my hard chest. She pulled away in fright, but the resistance wouldn’t stick. I pulled Melissa’s lush body tighter against mine. I could feel her response in both her body and mind. Anxiety “Yes!” she moaned, but also arousal. Of course in every way, for a submissive, 
even a novice the shadowlands would be an erotic dreamland.