Spoken Word

Life has a way of abruptly halting, revealing the turbulence that surrounds us. Being a magician, dreamer, feeler, and creator requires no specific qualifications or skills, but learning to channel our emotions is essential. I used to struggle with expressing myself and feeling empty inside.

During a certain chapter of my life, I was known as a destroyer of life, and in some foreign lands, the son of Satan. With no real creative qualities but to survive.

My eyes were often overwhelmed by my nervous system's overdrive, always trying to keep up. Since I started exploring my creativity, I've continue to learn about the cycle of life and death that sporadically appears in our lives. Trusting in that the sun always rises and sets, bringing a sense of continuity and comfort to our lives.

Looking back now, many years later, I realize that there were plenty of people who were willing to help make my hands destructive, but very few who were willing to help me become a creator. It's a rare thing to take something from nothing and turn it into the most realistic experience life has to offer.

As I read my words aloud, I am reminded that I have survived for a purpose greater than myself. Being an artist has taught me that achieving the impossible is possible, but it requires practice, playfulness, and a deep connection to the depths of our heart and soul.

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