Make the National Gallery of Jamaica Gift Shop your destination this season for all your holiday needs. As is now customary, we have selected a number of popular Jamaican art works from our collection to offer as Christmas Cards. The new cards feature work by Samere Tansley, Osmond Watson, Mallica “Kapo” Reynolds, J.B. Kidd and Karl Parboosingh, and are available with pre-printed holiday greetings and blank.

“We are also pleased to launch our latest selection of art prints inspired by the National Gallery’s fortieth anniversary,” said Michka McCreath, Gift Shop Manager. In 1990, the National Gallery received major works from one of the most important private collection of the 1960s and 1970s, from well-known art patron A.D Scott. From this collection, we selected Barrington Watson’s “Athlete’s Nightmare II (1966),” Carl Abrahams’ “Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah (c.1965),” and Karl Parboosingh’s “Young Mothers (c.1965),” as the perfect…

I’m trying to figure out how I can:
1. Keep my commitments to myself
2. Be consistent in my commitmentsto myself
3. Make myself happy from the inside out
4. Be inspired to follow my purpose

Lately… I have not been doing what I want for myself. I have become really good at making up excuses. Knowing damn well excuses are the tools of the incompetent used to build monuments. Those who use them are seldom to succeed at anything they do. It goes something like that.

I fear writing. I’m a bit scared of the anger and resentment that will show through my writing. Aw fuck, I’m still stuck in people pleasing mode. I can’t even write in my journal without fear of being found out. I know I shouldn’t think that way and I trust very little and it’s getting smaller by the day. It’s funny and sad…

The thought of having our very own happiness depend on one person scares me. The moment I fell in love, I felt my hands placing my happiness inside a brittle translucent jar, of which I unconsciously laid upon another’s hand. I shudder every time I think of the infinite possibilities of how and when he is going to drop it. Tell me, if the person we love decides to walk away, will our happiness be dragged along with them? Will our happiness stay? Will it withdraw from the original hands that steadied its joy and prefer the one who took it? Will our hands no longer handle brittle translucent jars or will our hands provide new ones? Answer me, when the time comes that we find ourselves lonely in constant subfuscous moments — what would we really miss; our fictitious and romanticized happiness or the person whom we have allowed to be…