Tag: Art

Notes From My Amusing Muse

Art is all around us. Art like love has to be seen with the eyes of the heart first. What comes from the heart, goes to the heart. Whether it’s light or dark, matters not. Art is all around just like love is. If you’re blind,  you’re going to miss it .Even the darkest of souls can produce breath-taking art. For you see, to  make art one must have faith in the unseen. It takes the tiniest seed of faith, like that of a mustard seed, to move mountains. So with a minuscule grain of belief, one can see the unseen, speak the unspoken, write the unwritten. Reach the unreachable, touch the untouchable,love the unlovable. Thaw out the glaciers in another’s soul. Start a bon fire in a heart full of ashes.

Art transcends time and space. As artists we grow frustrated because we live on a 2 dimensional plain;when we know that the 3rd dimension and dimensions beyond that  do  exist. We travel to those dimensions, while day dreaming and at night we continue dreaming with our eyes closed. Artists are time travelers. We journey there and bring back snap shots of it. Through our artistic expression, we pull the future into the now. We travel back in time using our passion as our time machine;we learn from the past’s light and dark moments. We honor fallen heroes. We keep the memory of our ancestors alive  and pay homage to them by telling their stories through different forms of self-expression. We stay in the present as well, knowing that above all, what matters most is living fully, NOW! We do so to capture it in its purest form so we can pass it down to unborn generations.

It takes courage to be an artist in our world, But then again,I believe all artists at all times have needed pluckiness as well. Leonardo Da Vinci and his plans for a flying machine; what did his contemporaries say when he showed them the sketches for it . Or, did he even have the nerve to show them? Mark Twain penned Captain Stormfield’s Visit to Heaven; a book that in my humble opinion is his best masterpiece. He worked on it through out his life and had it published posthumously. It took boldness to write his account oh how he saw heaven. Could it be he chose to protect his work from viscous critics and only to share it with the world once he vacated its premises?

It takes valor to live the life of an artist:

To write from your gut.

To dance your heart out.

To invent something that will help humanity.

To sing a new song to the heart-broken.

To compose symphony after symphony while you’re completely deaf. That must have taken Mr. Beethoven extra nerve.

It takes true grit to paint when you’re almost legally blind, Mr. Monet produced the best work of his career when he lost his sight.

It takes  bravery to put a pencil to your mouth and draw amazing pictures when you’re a paraplegic in a wheelchair.

It takes gallantry to go from once having played the role of Superman;flying around in his red cape .Leaping over tall buildings in one single bound. To end up in a wheel chair for the rest of his life, yet touching the masses more than when he appeared on the silver screen.

What about the young Spaniard soccer player who hurt himself in a car accident and lost his passion for life when he couldn’t do what he loved most. Then he gets a guitar and turned world-wide recording artist.These and numerous more artists continue to beckon us all to follow our hearts and listen to our gut

Art creates ambience. Art instills feeling and gives a place its soul.Art is alive and has a heart beat, Even dark,moody art can inspire;it can let us know we’re not alone in our own darkness. Art can make you feel a mess inside and it can quiet your restless heart. 3 little letters combine to make such a powerful word.Like love, which is one letter more; the shortest words can create beauty or wreak havoc.

Perhaps artists are closest to God‘s heart because we’re foolish enough to see the unseen,then we believe it and finally,we make something from nothing. There is love,there is faith and then, there’s art. The 3 work together,always to benefit us all.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

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Your Beauty Hides Inside Your Beast

You hurl insults

Like a monkey hurls feces

Like a hippo in a battle

Like a stampede of angry cattle

You hurl insults so fast

In the presence of your temper

You,your shadow cast

You’re bitter about everything

You there, the girl with the short past

No one is safe

From your bitter distemper

You’re the heroin

In your own self-made dramas

Oh please,please,please,child

Save the drama from everyone

Keep it far,far from your Mama

So STOP!!

Stop acting like such a beast

A beast of prey

You’re the beauty

In your own self-created beast

Only you have the answers inside

To appease your own beast

Cease and desist

You’re on the wrong road

Cease and desist

Go find your prince to kiss

He is there,on that lowly toad

Get up off that low road

You’ve traveled on it for so long

Life really isn’t such a terrible load

C’mon, come up higher

Humble yourself and dwell in your humble abode

You’re the beauty inside your own beast

Let her come out to play

Let her be herself every once in a while

Stop being fake;put off that costume today

BE YOURSELF!

Have your own style

Empower yourself

The time to change is NOW

Please,no further delay

BE YOUR OWN HERO…

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

What if We Are the Same?

This is a tribute I wrote to my mother who passed when I was an infant. When I share it in public, I still tear up after all these years…

 

“Oh, she died so young!”

Really?!

Who are we to tell?

Not one of us knows

Our day

Our time

Or even our very last hour

So isn’t that declaration a bit pompous?

What if it was her time?

I used to be sad

I used to lament

Oh si mi madre paso..

She was way, way too young!

 

What if perhaps she DID sing all of her songs

And didn’t leave any unsung?

What if she did complete her assignment by giving me life?

What if she made her exit

So I would have a grand entrance?

What if she walked off the stage

So I could be a strong voice for this age?

What if she did her last painting

So I could fulfill my purpose and destiny without fainting?

What if she held me close once

So I could hold others forever?

What if my cheek she one time caressed

So I could with my hands touch the oppressed and depressed?

What if she and I are one and the same?

She went before me

So I can forever her love proclaim….

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013-2014

 

 

Mami

 

 

 

ALL ONE

Alone VS Lonely

Alone tells me that I am all by myself;with the sum of all my thoughts accompanying me.

Alone tells me that I am A ok.

Lonely eats away at the core of my soul.

It blares at me that no one wants me.

Alone is  a companion-I’m taking care of me when I am alone.

I am ALL ONE: Not giving away pieces of my heart.

Lonely is a screaming,shrieking night owl telling me,no one gives a God damn about me.

Alone says,”Know thyself.” It is my truth telling best friend.

Alone is that mirror to my soul into which I glimpse,helping me  keep it all real.

Lonely gets me to a point of feeling desperate where I’ll just be with people I don’t even like who don’t even celebrate  me;instead they barely tolerate.

Lonely compels me to settle for far less than what I deserve..

Alone leads me besides still waters

Alone makes me to lie down in green pastures

Alone,my soul is restored.

Lonely demands I join in the drama-be part of the chaos.

Lose myself in the voices of others so that no one will hear my unique voice. So my self expression will be buried before it even had the chance to be seen or heard from.

Alone- All One- It is the voice of unity. For when I get alone I hear clearly the voice of The Trinity. That triune sound that can only be heard when I’m quiet and all alone.

Lonely is the party goer.

Lonely is the star in the spot light.

Lonely is the drunk hobo.

Lonely is the tough lawyer in the Armani biz suit.

People don’t go mad when they’re alone.

Loneliness drives people to insanity and beyond.

Loneliness drives people to do the unthinkable.

People can be their best by day: A put together doctor who tends to her patients with care.

A pastor tending to his flock.

Parents parenting their children

But when the sun sets and loneliness creeps in ever so slowly and stealthily; those in the day good doers turn to  our secret vices. To drown out  that loneliness screaming like a mad black panther inside our heads. We drown that dark voice in liquor, drugs,sex,whatever it takes to keep that killer beast at bay.

Alone vs lonely…the two aren’t sisters,not even cousins. One is a choice,the other chooses you. The best stories ever told are about loneliness because we’re all suckers for tear jerkers and tales that break our hearts so that we can feel human once more. Alone vs lonely: Alone is chosen…loneliness chooses you. No one ever says,” I want to be lonely.” We crave being alone.

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

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