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Are you homeless? Are you homeless and need help? You don't know where to go or who to turn to? You are not alone, so don't worry. I know it's a trying time for you as I have been there several of times before. Art4TheHomeless has created a special website called The Homeless Network The Homeless Network is a website that has information on your rights, for if you are an American, then you have rights! You need to know this. Also on the site is a shelter directory that includes a map. So if you are homeless in Michigan, you would search the Michigan shelters. The Network also has links to Medical Care, Gay Rights Articles,Steps to take care of yourself should you be attacked if living on the streets, a special site for Homeless Veterans, Homeless Families, Domestic and Child Abuse, Coping Skills for Trauma, Getting your Documentation such as ID, Birth Certificate, and SSN, blogs, videos, articles and much more. If you are homeless, you need to get on your feet and it's hard doing that being on the street. This is why The Homeless Network is here and will always be here for you. You are not ALONE Art4TheHomeless wants you to know this. Homeless Awareness in America is our goal so more people who don't even know can help. Don't think that no one in America cares about the homeless. We are here to help Go to TheHomeless Network, a website that has homeless help sites, shelter directoryies with a map, videos and Homeless Myspace Networks. http://thehomelessnetwork.tripod.com Digg This Site!
Digg Art4TheHomeless! The more diggs we get, the more help the shelters get by homeless awareness in America. Let's do it yall! Powered By Ringsurf About Johnna  Welcome to Art4TheHomeless! This is a blog created by Johnna Crider, an artist who has been homeleess as a child, and wants to use her art to make a difference. You can find out more about Johnna, her accomplishments, her art, and her clientele here: Johnna's Bio Subscribe to Colors of Ink 2 Subscribe to this to blog if you would like to be emailed whenever it is updated. Colors of Ink 2 latest posts Tell a friend about this site!
SENDME MyBlogLog folks Homies on Blog Catalog Add your link here   src="http://widget.blogrush.com/show.js"> | Art4TH Zine is out and features a GRAMMY award winning musician! Tuesday. 6.30.09 4:30 pm Opinions anyone??? Monday. 6.29.09 6:58 pm Sunday August 28, 2005 New Orleans The air stuck everywhere like super glue and honey. Clouds slowly rolled in creating a sticky trap for residents who decided to ride out the storm. Anne wasn’t one of them. Footsteps and the sound of struggle weren’t new to this part of New Orleans. Anne paused and turned around toward the dark stranger coming to her. He held a gun and the deal he presented was ugly: If she returned, she would not be harmed; otherwise… Anne shoved her blade into his side so fiercely she lifted him off the ground and pinned him against the cinderblock wall of the alley. Adrenaline flushed her cheeks and her cold violet eyes simply stared. Fear, strained with anger did not slip into her voice. “Who sent you?” Choking on blood, he rasped, “You should know, Anne,” Blood spattered onto her face. She wiped it off. He began to laugh weakly and she twisted the blade in deeper. Thunder clapped throughout the city as a few cars raced away. “Monsieur Lavache is willing to reconsider; he usually has his weapons destroyed once they have malfunctioned,” Anne cracked a smile and spoke sweetly. “Tell Monsieur Lavache that I shall pass,” Anne placed her foot on his body and kicked out the blade causing the bounty hunter to bleed more. Trembling, he murmured, “You’ll regret this, Beaulieu,” he turned and staggered off. Anne wondered if he would even live. She let him go and changed clothes behind a dumpster. It would cramp her style to go to the airport covered in blood. . She tossed the bloody clothes and left her blade behind. She couldn’t take it with her and all she had of value was her airline ticket. Katrina was coming and Anne had the last flight for Atlanta. She had a Tante in Atlanta—she hoped Tante Miranda would take her in. Anne didn’t have family in New Orleans anymore. She found out that her adoptive Père, Andy Lavache, was behind her family’s gruesome murders fifteen years ago. Her Père had stolen money from the Lavaches so he paid for it with his life, along with her Mère, Sarah, and her younger sister, Elainè. Anne was only seven at the time and was also at a friend’s house. It was Saturday, early afternoon. When she walked in her home, it was one-eleven p.m. Anne remembered checking her watch before going in. She would never forget that day or the fact that ever since, that number, one-eleven, has followed her. The Lavaches were supposedly good friends of the family and adopted her. Anais Keltin Beaulieu had had enough. She made it to Louis Armstrong airport just in time to board. She had no luggage; just a small pack that had one more change of clothes, a toothbrush and toothpaste, mouthwash, and deodorant. The Lavache family insisted that Anne earn her spot in the family. They trained her to be an assassin; or rather her family’s murderer taught her the many ways to kill. Once she found out the truth, Anne made sure that he knew she was better than him by using the various ways or torture to kill him. It didn’t make her feel any better. Anne became so good at killing that she was dubbed Maîtresse de la Mort or Mistress of Death. Anne hated it. Some did deserve to die; murderers, rapist, child molesters, child abusers, and such. As for the families she had to kill, Anne would pray, knowing that her crimes would be held against her one day. There were ways to kill without any pain to the victims. Anne would sing to the children she had to kill and would stay by their side until they died. Then she would kiss their rosy cheeks and cry. “I am so sorry,” Anne would whisper and after every job well done, she would go to the confessionals crying. “I killed a child today, Père,” she would confess. “God still loves you, fille, and one day you will see that. For now, do what you must do. The Lavaches have control of this city and it means kill or be killed,” would always be the reply of the priest. Anne hoped that kind priest got out of the city in time. Anne was fortunate that the police were in the Lavache’s pockets, and she did not have a rap sheet. There were no snitches brave enough to face the wrath of the Lavache family. Why did she kill? This question was the one Anne asked herself and only had one answer: She owed it to the Lavache’s for them taking her in. She went to private schools, had the best education provided her. She spoke eight languages: French, English, Spanish, German, Chinese, Japanese, Italian, and Russian, along with Latin, though she didn’t count Latin since it was supposedly a dead language. She felt she owed them until she overheard a conversation she wasn’t supposed to hear: Dominic Lavache and his Père, Andy, were discussing Anne. Dominic insisted that his Père tell Anne the truth about her family. Andy insisted that he should have had Anne killed as well as the rest of the family. That was enough for Anne to plot her escape from the family. Katrina came just in time to bail her out. Anne was twenty-one and it was time for her to see a lighter, brighter side to life. Anne wanted to use her skills to fight crime. When she realized that she didn’t owe the Lavaches, it was a hard truth to swallow that she killed many innocents in her lifetime. Anne hoped that God was truly a forgiving God and that maybe she could reconcile those crimes. Anne thought of that handsome foreign man she danced with during Mardi Gras. He was a son of a duke. Dominic had made sure she known who he was after the party. Loukianos is a high ranking official from Greece who had a socialite twin sister whose beauty was such that all the women envied. He was strange, stuck up, handsome with vivid blue eyes and a dark complexion. He kept his hair long and tied in a pony tail. Loukianos looked as if he stepped out from the middle ages. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. Anne would never see him again. It was strange though, that when she left him, it was one-eleven in the morning. That number was her personal symbol of death, depression, and anything else negative. And why did he pick her to dance with? She was on security duty that day. Anne didn’t know she was dozing until a flight attendant woke her. “Ma’am, would you like something to drink?” Comment! (0) | Recommend! Homeless shelter gets water cut off Tuesday. 6.23.09 3:12 pm It's 98 degrees and inside the Atlanta Task Force for the Homeless there is no water. Why? Because the City of Atlanta Water Department shut it off. In this tough economy, The shelter which depends on donations, could not afford to pay their water bill. Also, people living in the condos were complaining about the homeless shelter and the fact that there are homeless in their "backyard" Today there are protests going on and here are a few photos from today. The Metro Atlanta Task Force for the homeless helps around 700 people on a daily basis. Now they don't have water.    If you would like to donate money or water contact The Metro Atlanta Task Force for the Homeless. Their phone number is 404-230-5000 Their website is http://www.homelesstaskforce.org/contact.html Comment! (0) | Recommend! Taking Our Voice Back Friday. 6.19.09 3:06 pm This blog, Taking our Voice Back is based in Sydney, Austrailia, and is all about uniting homeless Australians, and also the international communnity, to stand up for their rights. Here's the link to the blog http://sydneyhomeless.wordpress.com/ And you can follow them on Twitter http://twitter.com/sydneyhomeless Comment! (0) | Recommend! (1) Taking Our Voice Back Friday. 6.19.09 3:06 pm This blog, Taking our Voice Back is based in Sydney, Austrailia, and is all about uniting homeless Australians, and also the international communnity, to stand up for their rights. Here's the link to the blog http://sydneyhomeless.wordpress.com/ And you can follow them on Twitter http://twitter.com/sydneyhomeless Comment! (0) | Recommend! Art4TH Gallery's newest additions! Wednesday. 6.17.09 5:13 pm The Bee Sting was donated by Alan Malzard and here are the various products: Necktie:  Button  Poster ![](http://rlv.zcache.com/the_bee_sting_poster-p228263912585772351ufht_525.jpg") Keds shoes  Suspended was donated via twitter by Brenden aka RentedMule 'Mousepad  Keds Shoes  Keychain  Ave Hurley donated a jpeg of her image Cottage Postcard  Barbary aka I Artist 40 donated a jpeg copy of Creating Smiles Button  Sharon aka Legacy of the Cauldron donated some of her fantasy art Card  Poster  Comment! (0) | Recommend! $1 Art Prints! Tuesday. 6.16.09 10:39 pm Art4TH is selling Johnna's art prints through Elegance Boutique Atlanta's Etsy online store for only $1!! All proceeds go to help US homeless shelters and here are three of the prints being sold Kitten in the Hat
Spirits
Atlanta Skyline
Click here to buy or view! Comment! (0) | Recommend! Listen to this song! Saturday. 6.13.09 2:55 pm The June 15th Art4TH Zine is out and has an update on shelter payouts and donations, Feature Musician Piyasiri from Sweden, Zazzle Gallery artists, and feature writer Johnna Crider and an excerpt from Letters to Kevin, a feature in the Art4TH Bookstore! Elegance Boutique Atlanta is a major supporter of Art4TH and now has their Etsy Shoppe up and is featured on the home page below the updates!. Daryl Thompson, the jewelry designer, is also a musician who produeced the latest album for Mishka, who is on actor Matt McConaughey's label j.k. livin Click here to go to the Art4TH Zine! Comment! (0) | Recommend! |
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