Oscar Wilde once said “Life imitate art far more than art imitate life” and in this article, we want to talk about artwork that focused on black love and relationships and have that open honest conversation we never had before on this topic. I’m going to ask you brothas and sistas to clear your mind and ask for your opinion and input on this topic and you need to reach inside of you and be honest about the art of love. I’m going to show you the common artwork we saw growing up that featured black love and I want to show you another image that shows love and let’s discuss. The purpose of this article is to ask what are we presenting to ourselves as black media, black art and black culture and is this what it is really about? If life imitate art, then let’s look at the artwork that we are imitating. Kevin A Williams or WAK Portrait of Black Love In our African-American community we feature artwork that focus on the black man and black woman engaged in hyper-sexual intimacy. This is what black folks have in their bedroom and main room if they are a bachelor. We black folks seen these type of hyper-sex artwork since the early seventies made out of some purple cloth or whatever where you see Afro-couple hugging up on each other in a hyper-sexual manner. Do you consider this love? Is there anything else here? Notice the man and woman with no body fat and all lean and built. Notice the hyper-masculine man grabbing the woman thigh so tight - two perfect bodies the average black person in America do not have. But as life imitate art, let’s be honest – this is what we see black men chasing having this kind of sex with a woman submissive to his macho squeezing her thighs and lower back as he thrust his passion all up in her. And black women chase this idea image of this tall muscular black man who can just take her and you know and I both this is what black folks imagine about what they see as a perfect relationship and love. But is this love? Is this real passion? No, this is the hyper-sexual stereotype of black people that we are perpetuating upon ourselves and creating unrealistic expectations where both black male and black female are pursing sex from perfect bodies. And this is exactly what manifest in our community with black guys looking at big butt pics and black chicks looking at big wood pics. This is the image and art of love we black people have imitated for the last 40 years in our culture. And I see a whole bunch of unhappy break-ups and sad black folks when the honeymoon period is over and the dopamine is gone like Sandra Rose like to say. And a hell of a lot of never married 40-year old black women who never settle down with a regular stable black man because she spent her life chasing that muscular black dude persona. Puuung Portrait of Real Love Quoting directly from Puuung Facebook page - “Love” is something that everybody can relate to. And “Love” comes in ways that we can easily overlook in our daily lives. So, I try to find the meaning of love in our daily lives and make it into artworks.” The image above I got from a very special girl and when I saw this image, I knew she was quality because this image speaks for itself. Notice the woman in the portrait is hiding with a happy expectation of surprising the one she love when he comes home. Look at the guy coming in the door wondering what is going on. Notice they are not perfect bodies because sex is not being sold here – what we see here is true love. You know the funny part? Not a lot of black women I dated actually are capable of doing what you see in this picture, in fact I would say hardly any based on my experience. Anybody can work out at the fitness gym to get a tight body and have sex grabbing on each other with a lock and key. But it takes a selfless heart to do what is being done in the picture above to care about someone enough to want to make them happy it’s their birthday when they walk through the door. Is this love? Yes, this is what you call love and this picture is definitely the art of love. And as life imitate art, that special girl is the one I’m with right now who have the same spirit and also blush like her a lot when she want to do nice things for me to let me know she cares about me – not like me, care about me. Now Your Turn to Analyze the Art of Love Have we black people been programmed over the years to view love as hypersexual activities? Can we admit in black culture that we men go to the gym and get big muscles and women go to the gym to have a lean stomach and tight butt and we hyper black man and hyper black woman just pursue this idea of hyper-sex together? Can we be honest as black people right here and right now and ask the question - is this what the fuck black love is all about? Is this our story? Because let’s be honest – hyper-sex is what was marketed to us black people for the past 40 years as black love. This whole physical intimacy shit and sexualization of both the black man and black woman, not love but sexualization. There is no love in this shit just a bunch of dudes who just want to have hyper-sex with anything that moves and women want to have any dude with muscles run all up in her in a hyper-sex manner. All around us is sex, not love from Quiet Storm radio, music videos showing us just getting ready to get it on, Black Bike week and stuff like that. And what is the end goal of hyper-sex? That is HIV, out of wedlock babies and shallow marriages and debt then divorce. Dude got to pay child support and she not happy because the baby gave her fat around her waistline she cannot easily get rid of. Then you go to corporate America and see some damn 38 year old black woman still wearing tight clothes trying to attract a dude sexually to her and black men with receding hairlines wearing muscle shirts like he can still throw dick at a chick. No real black love in any of this, just hyper-sex and I see it every damn day in black culture and I'm fucking sick of it! There are no real artwork, no real movies and no real music of black love that show the little acts of selfless and caring that make up the superstructure of love between two black couples. Where is the story of the woman who took the day off to learn to make a cake and make dinner and the end of the story is her skinny and lanky husband coming into the door while she hides around the corner smiling waiting to surprise him? All we got in the black community is Steve Harvey and that Strawberry Letter negative shit he talks about on that morning radio show promoting negative elements of black relationships day in and day out. Real black love has been banned in our culture and it's time we recognize that fact and understand this is why black men and black women are not in love with each other. What I think about all of this? It's time for us as black people to start working towards the real art of love. It's time to tell our story of real love and portray real images of love in the black community as being caring and selfless for each other. We can start with short stories and Dream and Hustle new format upcoming will have those kind of stories. We can start with artwork and make this hyper-sex black artwork go into a fire bin and replace with images of real black love and relationships. Then we can go after the music and movies. We can change the art of love in the black community and change the perception of black love for our younger generation to grow up in. Let's not have our black kids grow up in this same hyper-sex environment we dealt with and create an environment for our kids to grow up being able to love each other - the best gift me and you can give our future and next generation.