The lines, style, curves, and colors all blend to make good art and Brooklyn, New York native Frank Creaturo, Jr. has an extensive artistic career in developing his particular style that you can easily recognize.
He studied at the School of Industrial Art and the School of Art and Design in NYC. Frank has been recognized with countless awards, featured in many newspapers for his works, has had several one man shows and was even spotlighted on Eyewitness News in New York. Frankie has been a contributing artist here at TribeLA Magazine since day one and his work will regularly be featured here. Look for “In Living Color” on the cover of our premiere issue coming this fall.
Enjoy more stories plus fine art by Frankie Creaturo
Poems: Linda J. Albertano and Her Brother, James AA Stone
Virtue rides into town on a
convertible Clydesdale. She’s wrapped
in blue-and-white
stars
and is eating an apple concoction.
Ah, Virtue! They want
you.
Your symbols
are so succulent! They want to use
you
for purposes of personal
adornment.
Virtue drinks nothing but
water
from glaciers and the sap of lacebark
pine.
Chris Bonno writes about Brett Gilbert, the writer-comedian, father, illustrator, whimsical photographer, poster-ad designer, and oil painter.
I had the privilege, long ago, of seeing numerous paintings done by Brett with oil paint and a series of different sized spoons, in person, in his then small apartment while he was finishing up a few. He was creating spot-on large versions of cereal boxes from the sixties and seventies.
I had the opportunity to travel to West Africa and play the Kora with Prince Diabate
I first saw Prince Diabate perform at an event for the Dalai Lama’s citywide World Festival of Sacred Music held in LA in 1999. I was mesmerized. I was flattened by the cascades and crescendos of celestial sound that flowed from his exuberant kora (West African harp). It sounded like angel tears bursting into fireworks of joy!
FRIEZE Los Angeles, Paramount Pictures
The “cascades and crescendos” of West African Kora Griot Prince Diabate
My parents were both griots.When I was very young, I watched my father play and my mother sing and I noted how my father taught my older brother to play the kora, but I was forbidden.