Here, you witness the 3 am lighting of a saltine rock lamp and my sister (Hannah Banana) ceramic meditating man.
Hunger tossed me out of bed and into the kitchen. Half awake snacking on a banana, the essence of nirvana caught my eye. The clock ticking and the fan pulsing the room all while three people lie asleep in a contained apartment. Like catching a monarch butterfly in the heat of a midnight dream, a pleasant feeling stole my awareness. Perhaps the rods (darkness detectors) and cones (color and light detectors) within my eyes were slap happy from my out of whack sleep schedule. Regardless, I was intrigued. The pink-ish orb of light coming from the living room lured me closer:to what soon became my focus. I set my half eaten banana down and decided to capture this one of a kind sight. A minute and a banana burp later, I went back to bed.. May your day be what you accept it to be. May your day be your niche. Sincerely, The intern of NYCH Gallery
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Before me lies a browning banana
A crime scene of unwrapped starbursts Tired fingers scratch the blonde haired head Who wears a blue worn down flannel with a pocket of lavender My presence is here Here's to pajama days. Dozens of tea in various mugs, strumming new tunes, and wool sock sliding on the kitchen floor.
Alas, winter break shines a light of comfort. The sleet and hail tapping on my window serve as good company. The 90's alternative playing in the background while my sleepy fingers type their destiny allow for a connection. Learning new chords, new ways to communicate captures my attention. Finally, the understanding of how ever changing the moment tends to be reminds me to let it be even more. Creating within the moments. May that be a burp, a new painting, or just tuning into the waves of my breath. Let it be. New Muse Monday
I forgot I had arm hairs until they all stood up during Julian Xavier Lozano’s performance at Chi-Ka-Go this past Saturday. Which leads me to where I am now: at two in the effin’ morning, awoken from a cold sweat. An indescribable reason to write about this rap wizard has taken over my focus. Raw and cold blooded, his lyrics weaved through the airwaves and into the souls residing at the warm, clay walled yoga studio, Chi-Ka-Go. Celebrating their 6 year anniversary, Chi-Ka-Go reeked with absolute, soul enriching talent: Quite literally it reeked. Sweat and energy steamed off the walls and into my lungs as rapper JXL spun an authentic beat of solitude. By spun, I mean completely charged the whole room with his new school of hip-hop lyrics to “Choas”, http://youtu.be/XeoNVS7Tf0g, without a trip. Chicago rooted; JXL connects a wicked consciousness of truth to the grounds of hip-hop. And for all you Monday haters out there, you damn well should be tapping into these authentic beats. You can find his wide variety of songs on http://jxlrap.com/. Lyrically channeling the initial intention of hip-hop by using politically and spiritually, JXL stands tall. Also, added to our conversation the fact he has been rapping since he was 11. Coming from someone who scrapbooked photographs of various dogs met on vacation at the age of 11 (weird, I know), I vouch for JXL’s devotion as impressive. Inner peace, existentialism, political freedom, non-judgment, and the constant release of emotions swim in the sea of his lyrics. The song “Chaos” performed live in front of my Austrian eyeballs Saturday night wow’d every rod and cone. Did they blink? No. The lyrics are stronger than a Canadian cigarette washed down by a double shot of espresso. You could take my word. But, I would rather you not believe me. Be curious and read for yourself how invigorating the truth is behind these JXL’s vernacular, http://genius.com/Jxl-chaos-lyrics. JXL is no ordinary character and is my new muse. This rap wizard runs off Aloe Vera, spirulina, flax seed, spinach and strawberries for breakfast. From his impressive breakfast choices to juicy lyrics enriched with meaning, JXL speaks to diverse crowds. Now, with it being Monday, I advise you to save your three dollars you’re about to spend on shitty coffee and wake up your soul with music dense with a subject that matter. Time to tap into the unknown. Oh wait, you know him now (JXL) so, scratch that. Or spin it. The choice is yours. Let us know what your muse is on this magnificent Monday. Sincerely, Bob Ross Paint it, imagine it, fog it, breathe it. Green compliments this time of season, as well as the inner heart within people. Allow your green to share a wealth of good spirit. Communicate your truth through acceptance of the moment. The action behind a good heart is no doubt a green haired hamster running rounds and rounds of solitude within us all. Feed this green hamster. Feed it what it needs: the ingriendiants to feel fufilled. A feeling we often bi-pass for a shorter line, faster market, or less "time" consuming moment. Green is love when you allow a warmth of goodness to manifest within. One's heart feeds off harmony. For now, my heart enjoys long lasting, melt into you hugs from friends and family. Water. Yellow toned lighting in parking garages. Oh and of course, the sound of rain while laying along side of myself and wool socks. A very, merry green heartwarming Christmas to all. And to all a swell night. On the tip of my tongue lies a needle. As I'm sewing two pieces of fabric together to blanket a pillow. What am I try to say here you ask?
I am making a pillow for my sister for Christmas. Oh Oh Oh Oh.... I don't sow. Ask the flannel pj bottoms who have a growing hole in an important area. Back to sowing. So, this action is a first and let me say this. I am grateful for my wonderful friends. One who knows how to sow and teaches me how to start it up. And for the other friend (I have two friends, so this won't be complicated). who gifted me a Led Zeppelin shirt for xmas. Thanking the higher power for these two people. They serve an almighty wonderful adventurous job: to be my friend. Here's to building a friendships within our own neural pathways. To where we have traveled within our minds, bodies, and this reality. I strum my non-existent harp to the power of life for bringing us together. At this moment, I still have a needle in my mouth hanging like a toothpick. Must get back to sowing. But a release of appreciation was needed. A good morning bowl of cheerios and the always magnificent sunrise. Quite thankful to indulge in the five in the morning atmosphere of solitude. The school year is winding down. This Fall semester has been no ordinary chunk of time. Learning new things and old familiarities seep into my breath as I learn to be where I am. And where I am is here, present in my pj's and wool socks eating cheerios outside my home.
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