Collection: Rich Childhood

My early childhood was ripe with stability, consistency and routine. 

Life changed for my parents, and subsequently changed for me. 

I was always safe, my basic needs were met, but there were little things that began to vanish. 

I tend to paint the things I long for.  Saying yes, instead of no.  Being open instead of closing. Love and freedom, not fear. This collection is for my expectant heart.  

Rich Childhood.  Puffin' It.

Puffin' It

 (c) 2016 Reshada Pullen-Jireh. 24"x36" Acrylic on Canvas

On the cusp of spring,

We save daylight by smiling the sun back to its place among us. We share our own spiraled corona to give rest to its illuminating rays.

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Aspen Street

 (c) 2018 Reshada Pullen-Jireh. 24"x36" Acrylic on Canvas

Something about Autumn always reminds me of friendship.  Riding bikes feels like freedom.  Crisp air, wet fallen leaves.  Joy and competition.  We used to ride our bikes for hours up and down steep hills, we didn't know our strength.  That the sedentary life of adulthood could squelch our fire if we let it.  But we reach back for it though.  Pushing pedals in spite of the struggle. Sweat and breeze better than air conditioning sweat and breeze better than the warmth indoors/

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No Indictment

 © 2015 Reshada Pullen-Jireh. 18"x24" Acrylic on Canvas

Tamir was playing with his toy in the park. They murdered a sixth grader, playing with his toy in the park. What do I tell my sixth graders to help them feel safe?

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Bubbles

 (c) 2013 Reshada Pullen-Jireh. 18"x24" Acrylic on Canvas

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Soul-sicle

 (c) 2018 Reshada Pullen-Jireh. 24"x36" Acrylic on Canvas