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October 2017 fresh Issue #1

October 2017
In loving memory...
"Awww, girl you don't need to be nervous, you're
with family."
----Lorna Pickney
Rest in joy Lorna, you will be beautifully
remembered.
7/12/74 - 10/05/17
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Where does the trash go?
There was never a
time in my life that I felt
more lost than a few
years ago when I decided
to become an
entrepreneur. In deciding
how I wanted the world
to view me as a business,
I found myself sifting
through the trash that
was all my old hopes, dreams, was aspirations, and
emotional baggage. Why hadn’t I pursued them?
Why was I still holding on to them? Why were they
just sitting there in my “mental trash can” unattended
if I didn’t plan on going back for them? Was I
planning on going back for them? Where does the
trash go if I’m not going back for them?
Then it hit me that I was lost because there
was so much trash all around that I couldn’t clearly
see the things that made me the real me anymore. I
had never taken the trash out so there was years and
years of mental clutter built up in there. It was
keeping me from being able to feel like I was starting
fresh on anything I had ever done, and I needed a
fresh start this time like I had never had before. So
where was I supposed to put this trash?
I have always been in love with art and
anything creative, but as I got older, became a
mother, worked myself to the bone, and went through
some pretty intense life experiences, creativeness as
my emotional outlet dwindled. I never even realized
how important creating was to me and my sanity until
well into adulthood. Due to my stagnant creative
flow, my mental trash was unknowingly piling up
year after year.
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Though the experiences were long gone, the trash
they created in my subconscious was still wreaking
havoc. I needed to create, and I realized that very
thing was what I wanted people to know me for if
nothing else. My continuous need to produce
something from everything that is poured into me
every day is how I dump my trash, and to keep
pushing forward for my family and anyone else who
depends on me, I must feel full and refreshed. I
encourage you take a good look at how you dump
your trash and how often because carrying it around
with you stinks big time! Reclaiming the real me was
tough, but I am glad I took her back and let go of all
that trash so that I could finally have my fresh start.
How are you dumping your trash?
Best wishes,
Avian Mills
Publisher
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October 2017
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Spotlight
20 On Display Feature Steven Casanova
Departments
04 Editor's Note Joi Donaldson
08 On Display Jim Schlett, "L Pos" Davis, and more
26 Community Blu's Dance Studio
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A Fresh Perspective
We are pleased to deliver you the inaugural edition of our digital magazine
Evincive.
Evincive strives to bring you the art and perspectives that go against the grain -
those that tend to fall through the cracks in the melee of “notice me.” With every
issue, we ask you to think outside the box - tilt your head and view what’s in
front of you differently. Our first issue dances around the meanings of “fresh.”
What does fresh look like to you? Is it the bright red of a bushel of cherries? The
smell of a newly-cracked can of paint?
How does fresh look when it comes from a differing source?
How do you deal when the familiar now tastes, smells, feels outside the norm?
How is fresh expanded? What causes it to adapt and transform as time goes on?
These are the questions we ask this issue of Evincive. We speak to featured artist
Steven Casanova who shares a perspective on food that is both artful and
informative. Our artists within this issue stretch fresh beyond its limits.
Curl up and enjoy being fresh in all the best ways.
Joi Donaldson
Editor-in-Chief
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Jim Schlett's interest in photography began
with a gift of a Polaroid camera from grade school in
New Jersey many years ago. He later obtained an AA
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degree in Photography and Art and continued to take
workshops and courses, which has produced a wide
range of thoughtful and well composed photographs.
In 2011, after working for the Federal government as
an Executive in Washington D.C., he “refocused” on
his love for the National Parks and photography. He
is a long-standing member of the Reston
Photographic Society (RPS), Northern Virginia
Alliance of Camera Clubs and the former President of
the League of Reston Artists (LRA). Jim's great love
of travel resulted in a large collection of many
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pictorial images of almost all of the national parks,
cityscapes and nature in nearly all fifty states. His
images have been described as intense colors, vibrant
and “pop.”
His photographs have been published in the
Washington Post, Reston Magazine, Fairfax Times,
Elan Magazine, annual reports, newspapers, exhibited
in local galleries and art shows, and won numerous
competitive awards. One of his images was displayed
in the Art Takes Times Square Exhibition in New York
City in June 2012. He was the Artist in Resident at the
Whiskeytown national Recreational Area in California
in 2016.
For more info visit: http://photomanva.zenfolio.com/
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October 2017
Lassen Two at Dusk
Taken at Lassen National Park in California
late in the afternoon and the soft, haunting
colors in fact reminded me of the
Shenandoahs. The ridges of the mountains
was bathed in beautiful blue tone.
Memories of Spring
Taken at the Hillwood Estate in DC in the early
spring. The view and surroundings reminded
me of a painting by Monet and I have heard
comments saying the same thing from people
who have viewed the print.
IP Whiskeytown Fire in the Sky Taken at Whisketown National Recreational Park as I had found a great spot for
sunset and dusk pictures. After the sun had set and most folks left the beach area, the sky and lake came alive in the
reflections.
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Visual
Larry “L Pos” Davis,
which stands for “Live Positive”
creates artwork that is a visual
display of him sharing his testimony,
with the world, about the positive
impact that God has had in his life.
References of Faith, Love, Peace,
Hope, and Perseverance, are
commonly seen throughout his work,
and are the 5 core foundational
principles, for why his works exist.
His mission is to positively influence
anyone who gets a chance to view
his work, and each story that lies
within. "To God be all the glory. I'm
just doing what He has called me to
be...'A Light' (Matthew 5:16)," says
Davis.
"We create what we want to see, not what the world wants to show us. Be a Light, not a lampshade."
--Larry “L Pos” Davis
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October 2017
Gauge Your Dreams Outside the Box
God has given each and every one of us beautiful
dreams, passions, and ambitions, but these beautiful
discoveries can not fully live to become what they are
meant to be, unless we let them outside the box...our
inner box, which is our comfort zone. In order for God
to bless our talents and gifts, we must first trust Him,
and then utilize what He has given us. We cannot keep
hostage inside, what God has given us to share with the
world. So whatever dreams, passions, ambitions, gifts
and talents we possess, we must step outside our
comfort zone and use what God has given us. Be free,
and a prisoner of fear and failure no more! There are no
limits outside the box. Start today, and let God's glory be
seen through your good works.
A Love 4 All Colors (Why Not America?)
Why NOT America?! Why can't we just have a genuine love for all "Colors" of people? Why do we have to continue
fighting back and forth about color and race, when none of us picked our nationalities in the first place? This wasn't a
choice for anybody! Our beautiful skin tones and complexions were given to us by God Himself, and that's exactly what
makes us all beautiful!
A Night In Paradise (Heaven at Night)
Late at night, while laying peacefully in your bed, have
you ever just wondered, what paradise is really like?
Yeah? Well I have too. Here's my vision, and
expression of how, "A Night in Paradise", would look. I
imagine it's a place so amazing, that once there, the
mind still can't even comprehend it's beauty, and
majesty. A place where the only thing that is constant is
peace, in the very essence of the word. Everything
there, is in it's rightful place. The breeze blows, as
gentle as a child's touch. The climate is as perfect as,
that vacation spot you've always wanted to escape to.
And time stands still like you're not even moving.
Everyday is the same as the last, and joy is never
ending. Yes...this is exactly what "A Night in Paradise"
would be like. Enjoy it in this moment, and maybe, just
maybe, you can go there tonight.
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Kizzie is a painter, collage artist, and Richmond, VA
native.
The Histrionic Mould
This mixed media collage was created in reaction to the
image of hyper-feminism, that society pastes onto
women, in an effort to show that this is actually an
atypical generalization of who we are as women today.
Histrionic personality disorder is characterized by
constant attention-seeking, emotional overreaction, and
suggestibility. These are all characteristics that many
men feel are "normal" for a woman, but these
characteristics aren't present in all of us, and I feel
women should continue to strive to change this image.
We need a fresh new perspective on who we are because
we are more than our looks and emotions.
Kristina Trader's grandmother, whom she
calls, "Nonny", is responsible for who she is today.
Nonny always had a camera in her face since birth, which
inspired her to get involved with photography. Since she
was two years old, she lived with Nonny as the daughter
she never had. The passion for photography just grew and
eventually Trader took another class her senior year, and
a course at John Tyler Community College when I
graduated high school. A year after I graduated I became
pregnant with my son, now eight years old. I put my
passion on hold to take care of my son. Then, four years
later, my daughter was born. My heart was now twice as
big than it was five years prior. I got a job in retail, going
to work every day and coming home to take care of the
kids, then going back to work to repeat the process.
Something was missing. After receiving a DSLR camera
as a gift from her husband, she decided to start her own
photography business, and she aspires to have her own
store front within the next two years. "I have learned to
never give up on my passion. If you find what makes you
happy in life, never let it go," says Trader.
Paix (Peace) My family and I went to the zoo one
sunny afternoon, and I took this shot of the Fennic Fox
through the glass. He was sleeping so peaceful, he was so
relaxed like he didn't have a care in the world.
First My Mother, Forever My Friend
This particular day was muggy, and filled with mosquitos
at the location my client and I chose. We were not
prepared, no bug spray, only our sweet meat for these
blood suckers to feast upon! This shot was totally at
random. I was getting my settings on my camera right,
because the exposure on the water was much higher than
on land. I was just snapping away and came out with this
gorgeous piece.
For more info, visit: www.facebook.com/kristinatraderphotography
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Sylvester Was a Weird Kid
Author: Terri L. Jones
Genre: Juvenile Fiction
Literary
Author's Note:
Before I started writing marketing for a
living, I kept my creative juices flowing
by writing short stories. I love all things
spooky, eerie and out of the ordinary. I
also love children. So, in the 1990s, I
came up with this suspenseful children’s
short story, which went on to win the
Edith Thompson Award for Juvenile
Fiction.
Sylvester wasn’t weird like other kids in
Joey’s class, the ones who were really quiet or the
ones who lit fires in the back of the school.
Sylvester was weird in a way that Joey had never
seen before. He wore black shirts and black pants all
the time, never jeans and t-shirts like the other kids,
and he could make his voice sound like it was
coming from the front of the room when he was
sitting in the back. He had a pet bird that he carried
on his shoulder to the 7-11, he ate spiders and
beetles for fun, and no one had ever been inside his
house.
All the kids in the school called him “freak” and
no one would sit next to him at the lunch table
because he always said he had things like bat wings
and mouse tails between his Wonder bread. But Joey
liked Sylvester because if you could talk him into
playing soccer at recess he always could kick the
ball harder than any other kid (no one ever could
block his kicks). And Sylvester could definitely tell
a good story.
Sylvester was always making up stories, like the
time he brought a plain old gray rock for show-andtell
and said it had supernatural powers or last year
when he told the teacher that his mother was a
witch.
Photography by Kizzie
So when Sylvester told Joey that he had a glass eye,
Joey just laughed. Joey knew real people didn’t have
glass eyes, just like real people didn’t have vampire
teeth and dogs couldn’t talk. That stuff was just in
the movies. Sylvester was just a weird kid.
Sylvester made up this particular story one day
on the playground when Joey caught him “giving
the evil eye,” as the older kids called it, to one of the
little kids on the playground. Sylvester had this
really funny way of looking at you. That was part of
the reason the other kids made fun of him. If you
were standing beside him and he looked over at you,
one eye looked at you but the other one looked
straight ahead. It made you feel really creepy when
he did it and it made the younger kids run away
crying.
“Why do you have to scare the kindergarten kids
like that?” Joey asked when he saw the little girl
crying behind the monkey bars.
“I have a glass eye,” Sylvester said, “I can’t help
it. I can’t make it move like my other eye.”
Joey just snickered. “You don’t have to try to
fool me.”
“Do you want to see it? I can take it out and you
can even hold it?” Sylvester said.
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Just as Sylvester said this, Liza, one of the girls in
their class, walked by. The boys in Joey’s fourth-grade
class didn’t really like the girls much, but you couldn’t
really count Liza as one of the girls exactly. She never
wore dresses and she didn’t mind getting dirty like the
other girls. And everyone said she had “gazelle legs”
because she could run faster than anyone in the class.
All the boys, including Joey, thought Liza was ok. Joey
had even seen Sylvester talking to her once or twice,
probably showing her his magic rock or something.
Liza stopped in her tracks. “Yeah, do it, do it!” she
said and Sylvester grinned, sliding his eyelid back and
digging his thumb and forefinger until they practically
disappeared into his eye socket.
Joey felt his stomach do a somersault.
He turned to Liza whose eyes were still glued to
Sylvester. “He’s just making up stories again,” Joey
said.
Liza just shrugged and walked away.
Sylvester looked after her. Then squinting his eyes
up tightly, he glared at Joey. It wasn’t exactly his usual
“evil eye,” but it was close enough.
“You’ll see” was all he said and walked away. The
hairs prickled on the back of Joey’s neck.
At the end of the day as Joey was chaining his
bicycle up outside the school, Sylvester came up to
him. “I’ve got my eye on you,” Sylvester whispered to
Joey, winking over and over. Boy, was that Sylvester a
weird kid.
When Joey slid his books in the rack under his desk
the next morning, he heard something hit the floor.
Looking down, he saw a greenish marble rolling across
the floor toward the back of the classroom. He sure
hadn’t put it there. The teacher didn’t let you have toys
in class; she had a whole drawer full of stuff she had
taken from kids.
The marble rolled all the way to the coat room and
stopped. Just as Joey was about to go grab it, the
teacher walked in so he sat back down. When the bell
rang for lunch, he walked to the back of the classroom
and looked for the marble. It was gone. He was a little
disappointed because it didn’t look like any other
marble he had ever seen before and would’ve
looked cool in his marble jar.
Sylvester wasn’t in school that day or the day
after when Joey noticed the marble tucked snugly
behind the teacher’s chair leg. It was big and green
and glinting in the sunlight. When he tried to pass a
note to Liza about it, the marble rolled out from
beneath the teacher’s chair and slammed so loudly
against the wall that it made Joey jump. No one
else in the room seemed to notice.
By the end of the day, just like the day before,
the marble had vanished.
Joey caught up with Liza as they left school.
“Have you seen Sylvester lately?” he asked her
since she was really the only other kid he had even
seen talk to Sylvester.
She scratched her head. “I don’t think so, not
even in his backyard,” Liza said. “He’s usually out
there blowing up something or looking through his
telescope.”
Joey didn’t know they lived on the same street.
“Yeah, he’s sort of a weird kid,” said Joey.
Just then, something hard hit him right between
the shoulder blades. He spun around to see if some
kid had lobbed a rock at him, but there was no one
in sight. Whatever had hit him seemed to instead be
dribbling around – as if gathering steam -- inside
his backpack. Then with even more force than
before, it pelted him right where his dad had told
him his kidneys were. “Oweeeeee,” he squealed in
pain.
“What’s the matter with you?” Liza stared at
him funny.
He yanked the backpack off before the crazy
jumping bean inside could cream him again.
“Ummm, I’m ok, see you…” he managed to get out
before taking off at a fast clip to find a safe place,
away from the other kids, to let his attacker loose
from his backpack.
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Literary
Sylvester Was a Weird Kid continued...
Author: Terri L. Jones
When he reached the bike rack, he dropped the backpack to the
ground. He unzipped it slowly, his heart hammering so hard in his
ears that he couldn’t hear anything else. He slowly peered inside.
There, at the bottom beside a chewing gum wrapper and a dirty
penny, lay the marble. The sun hit its glassy surface and it seemed to
wink up at him.
Joey waited a few moments to see if the marble would begin to fly
around again but it seemed to have worn itself out and was now
completely still. He picked it up and held it in the palm of his hand to
get a closer look. It was definitely bigger than any marble he had ever
seen and it was mostly green but it had a small black center and a few
pinkish streaks through it. Joey stared at it for a really long time. He
rolled it around in his palm a few times, but each time, the green part
rolled back up to face him like it was weighted or something. It was
hard for Joey to tear his eyes away from the marble.
On the ride home, he didn’t put the marble back in his backpack
but held it tightly in his fist. Joey knew, without looking, that the
green part was facing up the whole way.
Joey thought he had left the marble on his dresser when he went to
dinner that night but somehow when he took his plate to the kitchen,
the marble was sitting by the doorway as if it were waiting for him.
For the rest of the night, he kept it tucked between his thumb and
forefinger as he did his homework, as he watched TV, even as he
took a bath. When he was in the tub, he heard the phone ring in the
hallway. He heard his mother say, “I’ll tell him…ok. Goodbye.”
She opened the bathroom door an inch. “That was your friend
Sylvester, honey,” she said through the crack in the door. “He said
he’ll be back in school tomorrow. And he also said something odd.
He said ‘tell Joey I don’t like water in my eyes.’” His mother
laughed. “That Sylvester is a strange child.”
The next day, Joey couldn’t decide whether to take the marble to
school. If he did, it was bound to cause trouble. If he didn’t, he was
afraid it wouldn’t be there when he got home. But all morning as he
got dressed, the marble kept catching his eye from its place on the
dresser. Finally he just grabbed it and tossed it in his backpack.
During the whole ride to school, as he pumped the pedals, the marble
thudded heavily against his back, almost as if keeping beat with some
tune Joey couldn’t hear.
Inspired words
We understand that sometimes
it's hard to get your creative
juices flowing, so here's a
couple of prompts you can use
to get your wheels turning. Use
either of the prompts below to
craft some genre of creative
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Tell about a time when an
unexpected transformation
changed how you felt about
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At school, Joey looked around for Sylvester but
his seat was still empty when the teacher called roll.
He guessed eating “disease-carrying rodents,” as his
mother called them, had finally caught up with him.
Joey came back to his desk early after lunch.
Sometimes when his dog was locked up in his cage
all day, a few minutes of running around outside
would calm right down. Maybe marbles were like
dogs and they just didn’t like to be cooped up. But
when he unzipped his backpack and looked inside,
the marble was nowhere to be found. Only the
chewing gum and the penny were at the bottom of
the bag. He turned the backpack upside down and
shook it, but it was no use. The marble was gone.
He felt his stomach drop to his knees, kind of like
when he left his brand-new baseball glove in the
rain all night.
“Where could it be? Where could it be?” he
wondered, his mind spinning so fast that he didn’t
even notice someone standing behind him. When he
turned around, he practically crashed right into
Sylvester.
“Looking for this?” Sylvester asked, and in his
hand was the marble, all green and twinkling in the
sunlight. Sylvester was winking at Joey again.
When Joey went to scoop the marble out of his
open hand, Sylvester raised his hand to that winking
eye and Joey heard a kind of popping sound. When
Sylvester dropped his hand again, it was empty and
instead of winking, Sylvester was now just staring
at Joey. Joey blinked at the bright-green eye looking
back at him.
Yep, that Sylvester definitely was a weird kid.
Terri L. Jones
When Terri was a kid, she would climb into a tree and read while her friends played kickball and rode bikes below.
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Spotlight
Steven Casanova
We met at Broad Appetit, clad with
signage and a wealth of knowledge about
food and the spirit behind it. His pace was
eager; his work full being able to tell it's
enjoyable - a labor of love. “Have you
heard of the Black Belt?”, he asked myself
and the couple beside me. He then takes us
on a journey that culminates into The
Richmond Cookbook. Here, he shares his
passion.
Walking into his joint exhibit within The
Anderson at VCU named Reach Out and
Touch, you first come across a color-coded
map of Richmond. Highlighted with red,
blue, yellow and white, I learn it’s the
demographic makeup of the city and If
you’re familiar, you can tell which area is
“Food address all your
senses at once. You tap
into so many memories
- good or bad.”
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home to who. As you walk farther, you
reach an arch of recipes strung from the
ceiling. As you visited the space, you were
asked to add your favorite recipe. They run
the gambit of vegan, your college go-tos
remixed, expensive full-course creations,
gag recipes and fully fleshed out dishes.
Along the walls are photos of meals inside
of kitchens.
Steven Casanova is a photographer, a
socially aware artist and lover of food. We
sat on bean bags in The Anderson at VCU
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“I have been humbled
hearing their stories
across the spectrum”
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as his audio installation played in one room
and the slideshow of video he took around
the city ran across the walls of the other.
He shares growing up eating both Puerto
Rican and “American” foods. Boxed
macaroni, Farm Fresh chicken, Hamburger
Helper - the foods many of us hold with
special consideration as staple faves. His
tastes for authentic Puerto Rican food grew
in college where he decided to travel deeper
into his gastronomic roots The nuisance and
love for it grew deeper.
“I need to look at this
differently and realize
that every interaction is
the art”
What the Health is brought into the
conversation where we laugh about the
hyperbolic nature of the director who gives
off the hard-hitting vibes of Michael Cera.
“You were like the second person to tell me
about it which made me say, ‘I’m not
watching it. Too many people like it’”, he
laughs as we begin to discuss eating habits.
“The problem I have with the idea that
veganism will cure everything is that it
ignores the fact that we just eat too much.
It steers the conversation in a good
direction but it still doesn’t address the
overeating.” Sitting down with Steven is
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like encountering Dan Pashman who is
ready and able to open a new world of
food and information to you. In creating
The Richmond Cookbook, he has spoken
with all walks of life - a woman whose
most precious meal is a tomato sandwich,
someone who finally found a delicious
Filipino restaurant after living 20 years in
the city, a family who shared both their
photos and their country’s dishes. His
work takes him into one of the most
intimate spaces of home - the kitchen.
On October 6th, 2017, Steven and Reach
Out and Touch closed the exhibit with a
potluck and open mic with donations and
benefits going to aid small Puerto Rican
farmers recovering from Hurricane Maria.
Reach out to him to find out more ways
you can help this effort.
Story and photography by Joi Donaldson
Steven has discovered that it’s possible to
tackle the toughest mindsets and stances
over a good meal.
For more info, visit: http://www.stevencasanova.com/richmondcookbook/
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Evincive sat down with 10 year old Zaniyah
Moore and Coach Aishah “Blu” Ramsey after
dance troupe practice.
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Empower
Evincive: Why do you love dance?
Zaniyah: I love dance because a friend taught me
how to dance and I felt inspired by her. I started to
like dance after that.
E: You’ve been trusted to lead many classes, from
troupe to Tiny TuTu. You’re basically Blu when
she isn’t here. How has that responsibility been for
you?
Z: When Blu first called me to lead I was scared. I
didn’t know what to do. There’s another girl in our
class Blu uses to lead so I started copying her until I
got the hang of it.
E: What does it feel like to be one of the girls Blu
counts on?
Z: I feel like a leader.
E: What does Blu’s Dance Studio mean to you?
Z: It makes me feel like when I grow up I can be a
professional dancer. But for now, when I go to
parties, I’ll be getting it.
(Aishah asks Zaniyah a question)
A: How do you feel you’ve changed since you’ve
been at Blu’s Dance Studio?
Z: Well… after all the times you told me I had two
left feet I feel like I’ve improved! (laughter)
Dance Like
Nobody's
Watching
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October 2017
Z: I am proud of myself
A: I am very proud of you too. You came in here shy
with two left feet to now leading different dances. I
know I can call and count on you to get the job done.
You do very well.
E: So Zaniyah has explained how much Blu’s Dance
Studio means to her. Tell me how Zaniyah’s presence
here makes you feel?
A: I love her presence. I can count on her. She has
moved forward past obstacles she didn’t think she
could overcome. She’s here five days a week. Her
social skills have blossomed. We love her here and
when she’s not she’s surely missed.
Meet Zaniyah and Coach Blu at Blu’s Dance Studio
at 11023 Hull Street Road to dance like nobody’s
watching!
Blu's Dance Studio
(804) 621-5038
For more information, please visit:
http://www.blusdancestudio.com/
Interview and photography by Joi
Donaldson
PINOCCHIO $12
Saturday, October 14, 2017
Saturday, October 14, 2017
11:00 am
1:00 pm
Presented by VA Rep on Tour! Fun for all ages! Imagine Geppetto’s surprise when the puppet he
carves from a most unusual piece of wood suddenly springs to life. The wooden boy, named
Pinocchio, becomes like a son to the kindly old wood carver who provides him with a loving home.
But the mischievous Pinocchio has other ideas and sets off on a series of fantastical adventures.
Along the way he learns valuable lessons that lead him back home to Geppetto and earn him the
thing he most desires – to be a real boy. Based on the novel by Carlo Collodi. Book and Lyrics by
Bruce Craig Miller. Music by Michael Strong.
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Glen Allen Cultural Arts Center
2880 Mountain Road PO Box
1249 Glen Allen, VA 23060

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