Maroon Empathy

Maroon Empathy

Are we to consume the moment of inspiration the moment it hits us or when it passes away? These things happen so fast – like lightning in a mountain field – the thunder happens without our consideration. The gulf between what we are trying to say and what we should say is immense. There’s a languid disparity that seeks to fill the empty room of our fingertips. The ever so pressing desire to make sense is made a mockery when we go off topic. We are ever so silenced by the proclamation reads: “You must stay focused”. Is Focus – the only way we are able to empathize with others?

Say what you want to say but say it in time. The subjects change so rapidly just like the seasons. I suppose we need more silence and discipline. This may teach us the importance of letting go of what isn’t ours, to begin with. Memories are not always reliable currency in times of separation.

Remembering yes, but when pondering on memories too much – context is diminished at the expense of those things we selectively wish to believe. We are yet a whirlwind of contradictions that seek to provide a form of empathy. To feel the other person and to be common to their stranger association are the marks of the empath. A life of missed marks and prolonged pauses. Are we ever going to be comfortable with talking about our differences?

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Sonic Blister(s)

Sonic Blister(s)

To believe what is actual, not being deceived by how it appears. Sure, our frames of perception can be colorful and wide; but if we are gonna make a factual statement about another subject….It’s best to be sure to check the mathematics of your analysis.

Look Twice, Homie!

In the best of passion, we are often arrested in our own thrills. Caught in the rapture of our meaning and forgetful to the other side of the pole. This happens to the best of us. Our voice and more (visibly) our words are devices of construction. We are building a universe by the words we speak and by the intent we set. When having a conversation fueled with passion and dedication, remember to share the ball. If not, conversation becomes a sport and we begin to rectify Shakespeare’s Monologues. Caught up in our own whirlwinds of speech, cutting aimlessly in the air, making all of the scores.

“Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief thetown-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and begeta temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but
inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have sucha fellow whipped for o’erdoing Termagant; it
out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.”
– Hamlet: Act 3, Scene 2

I remember having to remember that monologue in theater class, and it’s always stayed with me. 😀

I could only imagine those on stage back then, would sometimes get caught up in the drama of the moment. Going way too far into their passions, and using their hands and body with too much weight and detail. Which Shakespear was not too fond of. He understood the need of temperance, which would allow a sort of smoothness. He wanted to avoid at all cost, the act of ‘Trying Too Hard’.

Maybe Shakespeare knew, people could see right through the act, and it was determined to sway through the disappointment of overdoing it.

This sets a remarkable parallel to the act of exercising on our madness. We can be thrown into our own passions at quite the cost, and this gives way to Sonic Blisters.

What are Sonic Blisters?

Sound trapped in some kind of emotional cut, and when we feel the cut, we scream. We act on the drama that we experience and are honest to whatever the feeling brings forth. If it’s frustration, it’s frustration. If it’s kindness, it’s kindness. Sometimes we can bleed too far into the outrage and it becomes overwhelmingly too much – but these blisters are controlled through sound.

Looking Twice // Listening Closely.

 

Bubble Magic

Bubble Magic

Ever been invited to magic through the spherical wonder of bubbles? Light traps inside these spheres and they fly in movement with the wind. When magic invites you, look out for the burst. With vessels encoded in color, you can begin to imagine the frames of boundless measure.

Through the circumstances of random blowing, you can now create prisms of bliss by the bulbs of bubble magic.

What makes bubbles magic, is the way it invites you to see where it’ll go, it can sometimes, act as a deceptive force.

I recently met an older couple out in the park, playing with their grandchildren blowing bubbles in their faces. Creating awesome memories by just blowing away in their bubble magic. I was with some friends, and eventually, the lady came over and asked if we would like to join in on the magic? We accepted and before you know it…we were blowing bubbles and having fun with them, tracking where the bubbles would go next.

While talking about the fascination of bubbles and all of its joy, she started talking about the beauty of nature which then transformed into a conversation about Jesus. She shared her life story, how she moved from being in Africa sharing the Gospel. She expressed how Voodoo is real, and how the people in Africa are under demonic spelling. (Yet they are more willing to receive the gospel than the secular world here) She also mentioned how she promotes all that is light and good. She spoke of the darkness, and how the world has not received the light. Yet she says, how the light is everywhere because blood has been shed, which has forgiven us from all of our sins. YOU MUST ACCEPT JESUS CHRIST TODAY! She exclaims! But would if we never heard of Jesus Christ? We ask. She says, “Well I believe God knows your heart, and if you have not heard of Christ, you will be expelled from the punishment of hell.Well, why would you tell us (&WHYWOULDHEPUTUSINHELL?)- NOW I’m Screwed because I feel the pressure of making a decision! If you did not come to us, we would have a chance of mercy”.“AH HA!! You now must decide where you want to go? Just accept Jesus Christ and you will be forgiven of all of your sins!” Then she proceeds to tell me how we are all born Separate from God, (HUH?) and how the only way to be brought back to God, is by accepting Jesus and allowing the Holy Spirit to come into our lives. She expressed how we can’t-do it on our own. I proceed to ask her .”..is there any other ways or is the ONLY good coming from Jesus?” She said how she believes angels are friends of God, yet even they had to choose whether they wanted to side with Lucifer. She says, how Jesus left on a cloud, but that he would return again. She then told me, how Jesus is not on earth now because if he was, the world would be in a much better state. She said when Jesus rose from the dead, he had to leave for us the Holy Spirit because he couldn’t be here with us forever. He had to send a ‘Helper’ who is the Holy Spirit. She said Jesus would come back the same way he ascended, in the clouds and the same place he left. She also told me, how people would say Jesus has returned, but do not believe them. So at this point, I really wanted to know who to believe? What makes her different? She gave me more information and ways of dissecting what was right or wrong, pretty much went back to Jesus at any time. At one point I mentioned Cotton Candy, and to no surprise, Jesus was even mentioned with Cotton Candy. Jesus was the ONLY way, That trusting in him is the only bridge to the separation that existed since we were born. We were all born apart from God, she continues. I ask her..How were we born into this division? She explains..”..it was due to our sins and how God wants to save us but we have to trust in him and him alone.” I had a lot of questions and she answered pretty much all of them, but I couldn’t help but notice her cough. Not a literal cough, but some kind of reduction. As if she was making up for my disbelief or questions. Anytime I asked her anything she coughed. Everything at any given time is coughing in some way. This is considered the reduction. What is taken away, once something is received? She somehow rejected any ideas if it did not include Jesus. After we shared a few more words, I thanked her for talking with us. She nodded and expressed interest in continuing to play with her grandchildren, and we wished her well. Her last words were “I hope you can make the best decision of your life!” With a wide smile on her face, then she continued playing with her grandchildren. By then all of the bubbles were gone, and the one bubble floating in the air, burst in an instant.

Afterward, my mind went in a Madrid. The bubbles were the invitation and before I knew it, I was floating in complete improvisation in with her. Who knows, how big the bubbles are now. I just know, I’m flying high because of the push of the wind. I was blown into and now spheres continue…

Basically, I met a crazy woman blowing bubbles. 😀 (I’ll explore that craze, much later) But let me just say this –Your intentions may be well but to forfeit the reason of journey, in light of pressure to get people to believe, You lose all.

Bubbles were the invitation to a much darker reality, and then POP! I was brought back to the awareness.

This conversation provided for me a capsule for Characters In The Wind // Stay tuned for the film – which is coming later in the year of 2016. I wanted to share this story from the archive of activity that’s been happening in New Zealand. So many things whirlwinds of activity, I’m just having to remember I can share them! I am quite amazed at the intensity and crazy colors that have expanded since I been here. So much more to see and welcome!

PRINCE – HITNRUN PHASE TWO (ALBUM THOUGHTS)

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Art Courtesy of Martin Homent! 😀

HitNRun Phase Two, ALL and Out stands as a remarkable reminder of Prince’s ability to sequence an album. While half of the album was released in some form, it was through this album release the strength of these songs came to focus. If You Can Describe it, It Ain’t Funky! However, a few common adjectives come to mind, when listening.

Bright, Colorful, Soulful, Sensual, Unique, and overall any synonym that rhymes with DELIGHT. A sensation, worth the thrill. You just got to listen. “Counter – Clockwise, Turn You Around – All U Got 2 Do is Listen 2 The Sound – Music Never Lies, U Know It’s True”

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You can listen on Tidal or get the record through iTunes. It’s available and this is one of the best albums to come out this year. It’s been an incredible year for music, and when you think of the many sounds that can be discovered through Music itself – this will be a great surprise.

I had to discuss this album in some form, even though it is still processing within my music Psyche. With each Two Phases being released so close to each other (Phase One September 7th, And Phase Two  December 12th) – they each are finding a more delightful meaning over listening. It’s worth, listening to each of them back to back, then you’ll really be in for a music nirvana!

Phase Two provides a bit more anticipation as it builds higher with each song. Each song falls into the next, allowing more textures and tones. Phase One was a bit more SLAP in the face, as soon as you hear it – you’re ready to go, go go! Whereas with Phase Two, you are eased into the groove. You can’t help but listen very closely and like Dr. Seuss said it once “Oh! The Places, You’ll Go!”

Prince stretches your ears, and often bends your ideas and reminds you – music is improvisation and free. Arrangements are unique and the sound most of all, get you dancing and that’s just the start! You might end up crying at the end, Dancing in the mall,  grooving hard in the car, or caught in rapture out into the zone. You are guaranteed one of these experiences or them all while listening.

PSYCHEDELIC SENSATION

PSYCHEDELIC SENSATION

Recently, colors have reintroduced themselves back to me and the results have been a psychedelic sensation. Sensation, like a conversation, allows navigation to be understood and recognized. Imagine a Rubik’s Cube – by removing all of the colors, you’re essentially moving without any intention. You’re just aimlessly twisting a cube with no true recognition of arrangement. Color helps lead the way in finding the answer. Colors are like Thick Triggers which enforces a statue of emotion.

The Thrill of color has expanded a Kaleidoscopic Vortex within me. A lot of lectures are coming through. Amazing how the manifestation of Fall can make one appreciate the deeper hues in retrospect. I’m collectively engaged in sensation.

 

Alphabet Improvisation

How many of you all know, who it is to be at a place where there is little direction or no such torture of practice? Jazz is based on reaction, and from there on goes along a flow that becomes archived. I’ve recently studied the nature of what is improvisation.

When I was in High School, I loved theater so much because of Random Improvised warm-ups we would do.  It’s a great way to get out of your shell if you were ever shy. You had no script, you just had to react on what was presented. I find myself doing the same thing with the alphabet of what belongs to my life.

Words are formed, and it does not matter how much they really improvise, if they were a singular entity, a word being formed would be virtually impossible, with all random words just coming together. It’s alright to not find yourself in the ordinary, to be where you are without the flow of sensation!

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Black Or White are the characters that are exempt from sensation; but still have a charm that is uniquely expressed in fashion, no matter what style is out or in! I use two buttons that are black and White and I sew them on the left side of my slacks; to bring the awareness into the community of the uniform of what many wear now!

Janelle Monae is an inspiration to make it in this business!

 

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“When I started my musical career I was a maid, I used to clean houses. My parents—my mother was a proud janitor, my step-father who raised me like his very own worked at the post office and my father was a trash man. They all wore uniforms. And that’s why I stand here today in my black and white and I wear my uniform to honor them,” Monáe said, fighting back tears.

“This is a reminder that I have work to do, I have people to uplift, I have people to inspire,” she said after explaining that she grew up in Wyandotte County, “the poorest county” in Kansas City.”

Using the needle and thread keeps my fingers worked out! While I could use a sewing machine manually sewing these buttons are intense & important for the work I have become of now!

I’m inspired by how she uses this uniform to honor the singular honest quality of life we see through BLACK AND WHITE.

I’m lost without a particular article of ordinariness.

(I rather become lost, without the usual, that IN itself is peculiar…Can YOU relate? )

The bed has become my shoes of travel & appointment.

(As my sleep begins the trickle at the doorstep, I travel, and am appointed to what is next)

Everywhere I go – I look to decode the meaning behind those empowered passwords.

(They are set up, everywhere, and while they measure privacy. Meaning is just as important)

It is in this place of improvisation, the focus is set on spontaneous direction.

(It’s Jazz…I go where I heard the note play before me!)

It really does not matter where I belong or where I am headed; as long as I do not think.

(It’s important to react to the sound that is played before me..not thinking carefully where My move will take me next)

In this process of creating, rhythms have established themselves IN dangling patterns.

(As the rhymes have become repetitive, creation is becoming instinct)

There is no such torture of practice or repetition.

When really studying the hook, it becomes painfully obvious; that the passage IN which chaos arrives, is very chronological.
(A design that is yet understood…)

The history of its existence follows a direction and still contains intent & purpose.

(Purpose & Destiny is even seen IN the chaos of what is..Improvisation still seems to follow orders)