Friday, April 27, 2012

Arizona (Post-cancer healing) Gallery I

Arizona proved to be a great place to recover and restore after cancer.  Visiting the Grand Canyon allowed me to purge thoughts and feelings and to find my center again. Hiking in the beautiful red rock mountains of Sedona, rejuvenated my soul. The beauty was captivating and oftentimes surreal. Each view looked like a painting. This is my third visit to Arizona, and I'm sure I will return again some day. Enjoy the views! (Click any image to ENLARGE)


Grand Canyon, AZ

Grand Canyon, AZ

Tree at the Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon View Watchtower

More Grand Canyon views.






Sunset at the Grand Canyon





Grand Canyon Tree



I left my calling card on a mountain  about 9,000 ft above sea level, Sedona, AZ

Bell Rock, Sedona AZ

Me atop Bell Rock. Sedona, AZ

Restaurant, Williams AZ

Williams AZ night
Sedona, AZ


Healing in Progress--my whole reason for being there.

View from Bell Rock, Sedona AZ

Sedona, AZ
Sedona, AZ


Grand Canyon views

The peace envelopes me.


Sunset at Grand Canyon
Check back soon for more pictures from my trip to Arizona!



cry to the ocean
tears resemble their faces
truth is bittersweet

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Rainy day portrait


I love the rain for providing creative opportunities like this.



Wednesday, April 18, 2012

New Exhibition-- A Choice of Weapons: New Renaissance Artists

I'm proud to have been selected to participate in this great exhibition celebrating the 100th anniversary of the legendary photographer Gordon Parks! Check out the flier below for exhibition details and the list of amazing artists I'll be showing with! See you at the opening!


Friday, April 06, 2012

Kidz, Washington Heights, NYC 2012



Good Friday, 2012


Good Friday Procession, Hamilton Heights, NYC 2012. St Catherine of Genoa Church.




Catholic Priest, Good Friday, Hamilton Heights, NYC. Saint Catherine of Genoa Church, 2012.



Kidz, Washington Heights, NYC 2012


Thursday, March 29, 2012

Hoodie for Trayvon Martin

(self-portrait)

"Life is like the Internet: sometimes is almost impossible to connect..."--Paulo Coelho



"Life is like the Internet: sometimes is almost impossible to connect..."--Paulo Coelho

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Monday, March 26, 2012

Cancer Free! For Real! For Sure!



I can finally EXHALE!! After 12 chemotherapy treatments, the results of last week's bone marrow biospy confirmed that cancer has left my marrow! CANCER FREE for REAL and for SURE!!!! Hallelujia!!!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

NYC Million Hoodie March for Trayvon Martin



Check out my images from NYC's Million Hoodie Rally and March at www.oceanmorisset.com

(Pictured above: Sabrina Fulton, Trayvon's mother and family Attorney Benjamin Crump at the rally.)

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Gallery: NYC Million Hoodie March

Thursday, March 15, 2012

New Website: Ocean Morisset Photography



I'm pleased to announce the launch of my *new* website, showcasing some of my documentary photography. I invite you all to take a look! Galleries which include: Photo documents, Haiti, LGBT, Occupy Wall Street and my Hodgkin's Lymphoma journal willbe updated periodically. Enjoy the tour!

http://oceanmorisset.com

If you've been directed to this blog from my website, feel free to explore the work I have here too! Be sure to click (older posts) at the bottom of each page to go back! Thanks for visiting and come back soon!

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Portrait of a Fruit


The Fruit of Islam (FOI), one of the original institutions of the Nation of Islam is the male-only paramilitary wing of the Nation of Islam (NOI). Louis Farrakhan, as head of the Nation of Islam, is commander-in-chief of the Fruit of Islam.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

New Art Opportunity!

I've been tapped by the producer of the Queens Art Festival and Queens Council on the Arts to join a team of four artists to create a multidisciplinary exhibition that imagines a world where artists re-make U.S. Health Care policy. The piece would likely feature a mixed-media installation with diverse components (e.g. music, photographs, performance, etc.). The Queens Art Festival is this June. I haven't met the other artist's yet, but I'm looking forward to the collab!

Saturday, March 03, 2012

Parents take note: If this is where your kids (reasonably worn) sneakers are ending up, you might want to re-think spending all that dough on them. Just sayin...

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Closing out Black History month with a Message for the Brutha's



The need to address health care disparities in black men is supreme in light of the fact we have the lowest life expectancy of any group in the U.S. There are many barriers to accessing healthcare that exist for black men which include socioeconomic status, masculinity/machismo, racism, lack of awareness of the need for primary care, religious beliefs, peer influences and FEAR. As singular entities, these may not appear unique, but when viewed collectively, they represent an overwhelming assemblage of obstacles for Black men. While all these barriers exist, we also know we can overcome them if we choose to.

Our survival in many cases is directly related to the choices we make. Our families depend on us, and we owe it to the one’s we love to take care of ourselves. Begin to choose LIFE. If something seems “off” and symptoms persist, seek out medical care from a trusted medical professional. If fear of the unknown is your personal obstacle, get a family member or close friend to help you along the way to seeking out the care you need. Don’t be afraid or ashamed to ask for help! At the very least, get an annual health screening which include: Colorectal and Prostate check (for men over 50), Diabetes screening, Cholesterol, Blood pressure and STD’s. Doing so will not only make you and your family feel better, but whatever the result, you can move forward. Movement is the key. Even if something is detected, you can begin treatment. In most instances, when medical conditions are diagnosed early, the chances of survival increase. And lastly, looking good/healthy on the outside (being buff), doesn’t always mean you're healthy inside. Don’t get it twisted! Whatever it is, it’s always better to know!

–Message of the day, the month and the year!
--Ocean Morisset, Cancer Survivor

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Somewhere, in the haze of chemo.

A visit to the Jewish Museum for the exhibition: The Radical Camera, New York's Photo League 1936-1951



Today I visited the Jewish Museum in New York City for an extraordinary exhibition titled The Radical Camera, images by New York’s Photo League 1936-1951. I must admit, though I’m an avid museum goer, I never visited this beautiful museum located just across the street from Central Park at 92nd street. After clearing security and walking through a metal detector, I walked passed an army of small Jewish children on a school tour and approached the reception desk to pay the $12 fee. The Asian cashier who seemed altogether pleased and relieved to see me, a black man, suggested I become a member of the Jewish Museum. Sensing my hesitation and without missing a beat, she tried hard to sell me the membership by announcing that painter extraordinaire, Kehinde Wiley will have works on view in March and rattled off a couple of other names of African American Impressionist’s whose names were unfamiliar, and escape me at the moment. I thought it was a good sell, and while I will be back to see Kehinde’s exhibition, I declined the invitation to become a member (for now).

I entered the exhibition space and was struck by a sense of New York history almost immediately. I read and studied the photographs and information as if I was getting a pop-quiz the following day. As a photographer, being at this exhibition was like being a kid in a candy store. There were so many photographs well spaced and positioned; all of them rich, fine gelatin silver prints by such notable photographers like: Aaron Siskind, Berenice Abbott, Paul Strand, Arnold Newman, Lisette Model, Helen Levitt, W. Eugene Smith, Vivian Cherry, Lucy Ashjian, and others whose work I had only come to learn about like Eliot Elisofon, Joe Schwartz, Lewis Wickes Hine, and Morris Engel. I also became familiar with the work of Harold Corsini who viewed documentary photography as honest and unmediated. He believed that a “true” and “good” picture was one in which aesthetic qualities did not overwhelm the context or subvert its message. As it relates to documentary photography, I couldn’t agree more.


Playing football by Harold Corsini


Buuterfly boy, by Jerome Liebling

All of these Jewish-American photographer’s were members of New York’s Photo League whose solidarity centered in the belief in the expressive power of documentary photography and on a progressive alliance in the thirties of socialist ideas. Leading member Sid Grossman pushed students to discover not only the meaning of their work, but also their relationship to it...a philosophy I personally and firmly believe in.


Zito's Bakery, by Berenice Abbot

Most of the images created during the period of 1936 to the late 1940’s by the New York Photo League contained within them a social narrative and aesthetic. It was indeed social-minded photography as depicted in Eliot Elisofon’s WPA cleaned this area, Keep it Clean (1940) and Vivian Cherry’s startling Game of Lynching(1947). The introduction of small hand-held cameras around this time enabled this new kind of chance photography, at once casual and purposeful. Each image would serve as a powerful document, recording signs of the times from Great Depression, to the War Years. An interesting part of the exhibition was the Harlem Document, 1936-1940 which was a project led by photographer Aaron Siskind. The Harlem Document’s goal was to provide evidence of an impoverished community in peril and advocate for improvement of its living conditions. Any photographer who has followed the work of Siskind knows that his intentions blew up miserably in his face, as many images (not all) that I’ve seen from this period portrayed a stereotypical view of Harlem, and a negative portrayal of African-Americans. To paraphrase Siskind: “There was so much good going on in Harlem that we could have shown, but we never had an opportunity to show it.” The images on display from the Harlem Document were benign in my opinion and I didn’t see anything offensive in them, though they were beautifully printed. I guess the museum curators thought better of inciting a riot!


Wishing Tree by Aaron Siskind


Game of Lynching by Vivian Cherry

Besides original photographs, the exhibition also included original newspapers and articles from the New York Times, Life Magazine as well as the New York Photo League’s official publication titled Photo Notes. The exhibition ended nicely (and leaving me wanting more) with a documentary film about the New York Photo League called Ordinary Miracles. See the video below.



I left the exhibition feeling inspired, ready to see the world and reflecting on my own bearing in it.

If you haven’t yet seen this exhibition and you are anywhere in the tri-state area, I highly recommended a visit to the Jewish Museum. The exhibition is up until March 25, 2012. For more information, follow this link: http://www.thejewishmuseum.org/exhibitions/photoleague

“The thing that shocks me and which I really try to change is the lukewarmness, the indifference, the kind of taking pictures that really doesn’t matter.” –Lisette Model

Monday, February 20, 2012



"You have to expect things of yourself before you can do them."
--Michael Jordan

Thursday, February 16, 2012

#12 LAST CHEMOTHERAPY TODAY!!!!

So many emotions, so many people to thank, feeling so blessed! It's been a seven month journey, now coming to an end. I fought cancer and I WON!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Eleven things I've learned from Whitney Houston's death




1. Having fame, money and personal success doesn't guarantee peace or happiness.

2. Live every day like it's my last.

3. Examine the choices I make in life. If something is not working for me, it's time to introduce change.

4. It's ok to pause, self-reflect, and take inventory. Not everyone is going to "love" me, but I will most certainly love myself.

5. My happiness will not be dependent on another person.

6. Realize what personal influence I might have on people's lives and be careful how I wield such power.

7. Think about what I'd like my legacy to be and work towards creating it daily.

8. Own up to my failures as much as I do with my successes.

9. An "entourage" is not the same as "friends", or people who "got my back."

10. Remember what I'm made of. Know that whatever adversity I face, I have everything in me to overcome it.

11. It's ok to stop wearing the "mask."


RIP Whitney Elizabeth Houston Aug 9, 1963- February 11, 2012

Thursday, February 09, 2012

The Man and His Shadow by Paulo Coelho


(Photo copyright Ocean Morisset)

Many years ago, there lived a man who was capable of loving and forgiving everyone he came across. Because of this, God sent an angel to talk to him.

... ‘God asked me to come and visit you and tell you that he wishes to reward you for your goodness,’ said the angel. ‘You may have any gift you wish for. Would you like the gift of healing?’

‘Certainly not,’ said the man. ‘I would prefer God to choose those who should be healed.’

‘And what about leading sinners back to the path of Truth?’

‘That’s a job for angels like you. I don’t want to be venerated by anyone or to serve as a permanent example.’

‘Look, I can’t go back to Heaven without having given you a miracle. If you don’t choose, I’ll have to choose one for you.’

The man thought for a moment and then said:

‘All right, I would like good to be done through me, but without anyone noticing, not even me, in case I should commit the sin of vanity.’

So the angel arranged for the man’s shadow to have the power of healing, but only when the sun was shining on the man’s face. In this way, wherever he went, the sick were healed, the earth grew fertile again, and sad people rediscovered happiness.

The man traveled the Earth for many years, oblivious of the miracles he was working because when he was facing the sun, his shadow was always behind him. In this way, he was able to live and die unaware of his own holiness.

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

The end is near...a new beginning on the horizon



Now that I'm nearing the end of my chemotherapy treatment, and I remain in remission, I wonder what my "new" normal will look like? Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled that the chemo has worked in ridding me of Hodgkin's Lymphoma, but I can't help but feel a type of mourning for what i experienced the last seven months of my life. This experience has altered my view of life and has heightened my awareness, including that of myself. Cancer survivor's often talk about fitting into this a new reality, and now I'm beginning to grasp what they're talking about. Life will never look or feel the same. Everything will have new meaning, and grander purpose. Emotions are sometimes out of sync with reality, and of course there are those lingering effects of chemo (neuropathy, body aches, fatigue, nausea, etc) that sometimes last years. There is a sadness and perhaps even guilt i feel for surviving cancer while many others have not. I mourn hose who have lost their battle, or are currently struggling. I'm ok, really, just reflecting on my experience and pondering the future. I have no doubt it will be beautiful and amazing, and I look forward to all the miracles that lie ahead! My final chemotherapy treatment will be next week. I'll be happy to move onward and upward!