MJJ by Jacqueline Shackelford
Missing Michael on this day. Three years ago today it was hard to believe that Michael Jackson was gone. His life and the “This Is It” tour cut off with so much left to see.
When I think of Michael Jackson I first see the Jackson Five and their dedication to their craft to construct their artistry onto the national and world stage. In the 1970’s there was a promise of inspiration witnessing a young black family projecting their skill and creativity in a special way. 
Tito, Marlon, Jackie, Michael and Jermaine were electric.
Michael eventually went solo with his album “Off the Wall” and the world was forever changed. His magic stands alone in this world, the ability to combine all that he experienced and all that he dreamed into his evolving embrace of the medium(video, computer graphics and film) and deliver his songs is amazing.
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He was dancing and did his classic spin move, all I remember after that is everything was moving in slow motion and both of his feet slowly raised up off the stage about five inches. He was pulled up by a force from above. He slowly came back down on beat and continued his dance. I don’t know if anyone else saw it that night but I did.
"The music is in his feet."
Thank you Michael Jackson for your joy and your pain to produce hope and happiness all wrapped up in every spin, twist and note received on the highest scale. I love his movement and have created a series of images to try and capture the feeling of his dance. Prints on canvas and watercolor paper coming soon.
Never can say goodbye…