New Orleans Artist: Kishonda Webb

Born and raised in the 7th Ward of New Orleans, Kishonda Webb  turned tragedy into a creative mastery. After the sudden loss of her young husband, Kishonda tried several forms of therapy, be it attending therapy, support groups or enjoying the full benefits of living 24/7 in party central capital of the world, New Orleans .



One day while out shopping, she found herself in Michael’s Craft Store purchasing paint brushes, paint and blank canvases that were needed for the art class there  that she enrolled in out of the blue. On the 1st day of class she gave birth to a creative artist, who was on her way to healing, peace and the desire to love and live again.FB_IMG_1503523929368

Kishonda creates out of love, money has no factor at all. She frequently gifts her authentic art, dazzling jewelry and creative crafts and paintings via monthly giveaways on Facebook. You may find her works of art displayed in random areas of the 7th Ward of New Orleans, adorned on her fans and on the walls of her home and locals. She also participates in local art events and fairs throughout the city when she has time to spare from work and being a new mother. FB_IMG_1503511531355FB_IMG_1503511424721FB_IMG_1503511327556

Kishonda’s works of art embodies what it truly means to be and love New Orleans. Her creative process allows her to share her story on love, loss, healing and starting over again through a nontraditional form of therapy. FB_IMG_1503523782823FB_IMG_1503510610846FB_IMG_1503523838823

Like New Orleans, Kishonda is a life full of color, bright, deep, beautiful, creative, fun and unique. Both screaming that out from the ashes we will rise again and be better.

If you are interested in any of Kishonda Webb creations or would like to support her by a simple like on social media you may contact her @504-234-1797 https://m.facebook.com/kishondamarie/







A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of 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. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. 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 love 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 just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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