Art and other whatchamacall its

Music, paintings, drawing, poetry, writing, dancing, song and a combination of any number of these forms results in an expression. The most beautiful form of expression exists in a form of art. There is a simple reason why artists are always looking for new things and an explanation to why some of their behavior can be deemed as erratic. Artists are all masters of expression, all they look for is inspiration in new experiences, people and situations.

Every artist has their unique process through which they create art which is simply an expression of the way that they view the world. I love to write in the silence of the night. I recently read an article that outlined some humorous and possibly bizarre behaviour that writers sometimes follow in order to get their best work. The one I found most amusing is a writer who leaves his house every morning to go to work, says bye to his wife then walks around the block and knocks on his door.

Haha, we do have different views afterall

Art is a beautiful thing simply because it is an individual’s rendition of their view of the world, of life. For each of us, a certain connection is formed when we come across an art form that we relate to. Whether it is music, paintings, writing or even dance. It is as powerful as the aligning of planets because of its rarity that makes everything in that instant perfect. The result varies with the most lively example being a popular song playing at a club to the ecstatic response of the crowd simultaneously. picture wild screaming and energetic dancing. The almost direct opposite is a formal and poised art exhibitions where passionate appreciation is marked by polite nodding, wine glass in hand and controlled clapping at the end of the exhibiton.

I know talent when I see it, wow

I find such beauty in the fact that expressions of art are not limited. Since they are expressions, they can be anything. Emotions, ideas, views, improvements, opinions and even the lack of it sometimes. Art is not limited. One can even express their opinion of the unknown though we are unable to confirm the existence of it.

I love art. I love music, paintings, dance, theatre, movies and any form of expression that is authentic. I could almost say that art is life but it is a mere part of life as it is simply expression. Loving art is similar to loving people for without people there is no art. So here’s to artists, hidden talent and beautiful expressions, may you live forever.

Pictures from google

Puesic

Saturated with creativity.
I wanted a pause button to appear in mid air so I could call everyone who I know is a connoisseur of beauty and get them to sit next to me as I experienced it. I can compare it to a great movie that is so good that instead of concentrating on the movie, I was thinking more of the people I wanted to share the moment with, wondering why they were not there.
I wanted it to end so I can tell everyone how awesome it was but I wanted to stop wishing and concentrate because I would think in those few milliseconds that I was missing out. A friend I was with commented and said that she found herself lost in the performance, almost unaware of herself. She tried to concentrate on the poetry without the music and vice versa hoping to miss nothing but it was all so overwhelmingly heavenly that her senses could only handle one at a time. The music was well woven into the experience such that the final outcome was what appeared to be planned spontaneity. A perfect balance, a fitting partnership. 

Performance is truly the climax of poetry. When words, emotion and the artist are united. It allows the audience of any performance to be part of the magic that was the birth of the poem, it's creation and it's orgin.  As beautiful as the aurora on the north pole. Symbolic of an instantaneous unforgettable meeting of multiple elements all beautiful on their own but coming together to form perfection. Perfect because it just is. It's existence being everything. Punctuated by the fact that it did not happen just a moment before. For the stars would not shine if it were not for the darkness.

The artist Ngwatilo mawiyoo
The performance puesic (fusion of poetry and music)
She is well praised, she is worth it.

Smiles

Im trying to find the words to describe my happy mind,
But I fear sufficient words to express this I will not find,
I'm thinking of saying it without too many feelings,
And within me lie the determinant beginnings,
I simply remember the moments when I'm elated,
So much that sense from my lips is rarely stated,
I recall the excitement and all the positivity,
And know it's encouraged by presence of my proclivities,
I periodically feel energetic like the sun,
The rays of my emotion affecting more than one,
From the exhilarating feeling of winning a contest,
Or a desired ending to a heartfelt protest,
Repeated sometimes like a record broken,
Like a favorite song that's best played often.

Free spirit, i am

I have been accused of possible insanity. What? (breathless) I have no words, from where come these completely baseless accusations? I deny all charges and accounts of such. (whispers, they may have a point). It is not madness to be good looking, what spoilt it for me is the fact that I happen to be aware of this fact.

I often say I'm awesome. I am. With no limits. Though I state such truths,( haha, I can’t believe myself sometimes) I cannot do so without acknowledging the people in my life who are awesome in ways that evolve and multiply every day. After all, birds of a feather do stick together.

I have the kindest and best friends ever. I am moved on several occasions by their generosity. Life is beautiful, my friends, infinitely so. I have witnessed such goodness, such selflessness and happiness that I often think, I can die now, I’m not sure they can top that then they do. Some I speak to regularly, but with others, we go through periods of time before we speak again. I could list these unique and extraordinary people but I could be here all day and I have things to do (of dubious importance).

I have a family that is more supportive than the foundation of the tallest building ever. I have brothers who give new meaning to the word brotherhood. Their understanding and generosity is unfathomable. I have uncles and aunts gifted with great humour and wisdom. I have cousins who I love in more ways than I can articulate in a three page essay. Plus I have the best parents, without my father and his constant attention to my expression in the English language, I would be nowhere. I would speak about my mother but since I will not be able to say enough I limit myself to saying that though I am well versed with vocabulary, I have not yet found a way to sufficiently encompass her greatness, her generosity and understanding in a way worthy of her.

One more thing that definitely assures me of reeking pure awesomeness (apart from the startling good looks) is the fact that I am just like everybody else. I know, shock eh? You should have seen me upon this discovery. I was born and will die just like every individual human who has ever and who will ever exist. That is a rather unifying thought. Therefore, everyone is as awesome as me. Some just have not seen it yet and I hope they do. The way I see it, life is too beautiful not to take the time to enjoy it, despite the challenges and difficulties.

I am simply a free spirit. I love life, people and have some rather exhilarating experiences. I am brave and strong. I indulge in different experiences and participate in opportune situations such that I am a sum of my past in my present though that limits not my future or my goals. I am assured of being awesome on a daily basis because as I look around and see the greatness in the people in my life, people I meet, I am reminded that I am not alone. Though I am that awesome, I am human. smiles.

Dynamite

I sometimes believe that the powers that be,
Will someday notice the talent that's me,
I feel like the ideas that within me I hold,
Given right lighting on stage could explode,
This is not to devalue what already exists,
But to empower a spirit that persists,
In my heart I know everyone has this moment,
When they feel what they know is potent,
And wonder why the rest of the world can't see,
that they have been sharing their genius for free,
And they wonder when it will all add up in currency,
That in all fairness comes with transparency,
So I look forward to rising all the way up,
And like a well set charge for it all to blow up.

Most important

I recently thought as I read a paper,
About how logic can be thin as wafer,
About matters important I sat and pondered,
And the significance of everything else I wondered,
And after all my thinking my conclusion was simple,
It was just as important as a teenagers pimple,
It's amazing how as humans we are often oblivious,
To how our creator made us all with some kind of genius,
And yet we don't often pay it attention,
It often goes unnoticed without a mention,
I was made beautifully and granted with talent,
So unique am I that I don't need a patent,
But so is everyone else on this earth,
Who sometimes forget what they are worth,
Thus the most important human achievement,
Is to love one self to thy hearts content.