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Neighborhood Art Walk

BanksyTell me if you can walk thru your neighborhood and feel as though you stepped into a art gallery? I can say I can! Its like stepping inside a coloring book filled with the creativity, love and passion of my fellow neighbors/locals. They give their art a Wow Factor by using a canvas deemed ugly, like an abandoned warehouse or house!  This is one of many reasons why I love my city, New Orleans and the people who make Her who she is.banksygirl-and-ratimg-3839jpg-7d60e35651f238ce

No matter what She endures she still manages to show her beauty.CL0cArAXAAA112a

The pictures shown are within the Marigny and Bywater neighborhoods aka the 8th and Lower 9th Ward. Ya, know the so called bad, crime filled, stay away areas.



In reality the neighborhood is an artsy walking scene filled with New Orleans culture and where the tourist need to come to experience life in New Orleans the way the locals do. With great music and food any day of the week, the Faubourg Marigny has all the life and vivaciousness of a true New Orleans neighborhood.20170807_220859

Where does it end…




Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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