An Artist Worth

  
When you have talent it is often others that recognize it. We usually never see the creative marks we instill within our work our craft or how we surround ourselves around those that help build the character we have become. 

  
But then comes that day when you realize that you are a talent a gift and you can do it that the fear that stopped you now becomes the motivation behind the force that will allow you to grow and see you are worth more then even you imagined as the talent shines brightly.

Actors Grind 

Week two was a good one as the UE cast began exploring the characters a little more. Beginning the session as usual,we had a discussion concerning how each person felt towards the character they would be portraying. For many they already saw the relation of how these characters can be someone in their lives. From utilizing life events many saw themselves as a mother loosing her child or a trash man or teacher talking to kids trying to help them onto a straight path. With the vision of stepping in these shoes life was able to be brought to these characters.

 
For the vets reprising roles was both easy and hard as it becomes a moment of generating that emotional felling back up but first it needed to be summoned through the memory of words to cast life once again.  

In some cases it became more of a call to stepping up that would prove to be the challenge as it would be more so about them being able to lead and getting others to follow. However as the path is laid out seeing the emotion of all will prove to be the tops of the actors grind. 

The Art of Telling a Story 

  
There is a place of understanding when it comes to writing and Kash has shown that when it’s in honesty people will come out to see it. Over the weekend I had the honor of taking in Mr. Goins play VtoX with an ensemble cast that showed they have what it takes to bring characters to life this show about the many faces that are placed into the judicial system all connect in someway as we learn that this is and always will be big business. What audience, this was definitely worth as wild as it was shown in and interactive state allowing them to be part of the action and with in the breath of the play for many it is probably ring true to home with stories surrounding rape molestation wrongful incarceration abuse and again business. These stories were made to make you cry make you laugh and more than anything make you think to wear as you only can see one thing and that is the truth within the story.

Love of the Arts

  
Sometimes spending time with my mom is a delight. She raised me to love the arts do it was only right that we go see Complexion together. She watched in awe as the dancers glide across the stage with movement that made her remember when I us to want to dance. She loved the interaction the sequence of movements and she had her eyes open for the entire show. How can I forget where my love for arts come from when she still loves them the same. 

Another Day Comes 

  
And she began her day like many others 

Clinging onto jacket and bag 

Throwing on outfits to match the 8hrs of stress to come 

Contemplating when the money will equal 

Feeling the need to go forward 

When she just wants to go back 

Remove all the layers 

Jump into quilted arms

Drift off into a land of dreams
And he sits 

Thinking of the time past 

Wishing for a good book 

Looking for a way out 

Not wanting to be apart of the nightmare called life

He wanted to be able to 

Close lids and see the darkness beneath the skins layer as eyes roll back and forth catching a new dream 

Drifting off into a land…

Me and My Momma: Watching “Empire”

  
I am not a fan of Empire so I’m not going to be here taking shots at the show just give an insight to me and my momma Wednesday’s. 

Mom: Allen turn my show is on!
Me: Mom it’s not on yet.
Mom; Yes it is you don’t know. 
Me: what time does it come on? 
Mom: 9.
Me: And what time is it? 
Mom: 8!?
Me: See.

(Hour later)

Me: Mom your show is on.

(Mom rolls into the living room)

Mom: ohhh!! I can’t wait for my Cookie. 

(Show is on mom is glued on show. Cookie makes a comment concerning her being arrested mom begins laughing)

Mom: Ha ha ha!! That girl is a mess!! 

Me: This is stupid writing mom.

Mom: You don’t know what your talking about. Look at this one of the top shows on tv is a black cast show. It’s entertaining and filled with drama be happy for them. 

Me: But the writing sucks mom lame jokes, one line zingers, simple stuff. 

Mom: And its equivalent to Dynasty, a family in chaos among each other. That’s called good tv. So give it props!

Me: Ok mom your right but it still sucks…😜

Let the Sky Speak

  
Sometimes you can’t resist that moment 

That feeling when the sky opens up And says to you everything will be ok

That I can get through the day notion 

That you can do anything feeling 

That I’m on top of the world appeal 

That it’s a healing moment 

Sometimes the sky talks 

You just have to look up and see it speak..

The Wait 

  
Tick tock 

Tick tock 

Slowly the time paces 

People move 

But motion of slow 

All just looking up 

At a board filled with destinations

Slowly moving up in a shuffle 

Heads and eyed follow 

For some 

these moments are about rest

For the travel holds content 

Books, ink , phones, and thought 

Tick tock 

Tick tock 

We grab our belongings 

Shuffle towards stairs 

Leading down a narrow path

Many push forward to gain a seat 

Close eyes to find more time to 

Tick tock….

Why Not??

   
Here I am with a need for a cup of coffee and since noon hearing the great sounds of a parade was clanging the entire time. For me this was an odd sound in the hood but as she said allen this ain’t the hood anymore. I walk out the door to be greeted by countless numbers of people standing around some in costume others assisting in putting on or setting up the bands straps for a long march.

 
I’m just some kid from philly and to say I’ve seen a Panamanian Parade before in the hood would be a lie but why haven’t I? It was a beautiful site people gathered as far as the eye can see speaking there native tongue waving the Panamanian flag with hues to match the pride of the people. 

  
In the mist of all of this, I finally made it to a shop lined with a lot of people inside taking in the moments on the street noticing the dances, the twirling batons, the high stepping and even the man dressed as a devil. One small cup and on my way back to the home I couldn’t help but think of the many parades we do have in philly but often they are down town or along the parkway. My guess it’s to show that we are a city of diversity but why is it that can’t be shown in north philly or Germantown or west philly is there a fear that people may see these neighborhoods as places worth staying worth visiting or it that the city its self just has a fear that they want to hold to until gentrification has made its way and then and only then will we no longer wonder why not..

Continued Beginnings

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Last night was an amazing night as i watch a dream unfold The Collective  Mic Arts Cafe birthed from the vision and drive of its creators Tiffani”La Dive” Dean and Jody”True Story” Austin. It was a gathering i am blessed with its wait as many of the Collective family and us that are extension of that came out to show our support to the birth of a creative space made  11222414_10206599850147971_3055978666860805336_n

to bring in artistic creativity of all kinds.With walls laid out with some of the brightest talents the city has to offer. with walls that contained a story within themselves the artistry was speaking in its own tongue as pieces from Giovanni aka Lyrical Thought,Cierra F,Way LaMatrix,Kamau MShele, Alicia Adanna  Amira Jenna and MyDeraSpeakMeFree were on display and feature painter Giovanni and Cierra amazed us with there collaborative on set strokes of work that showed us all that when a woman hand speaks you better listen. The open mic was a blaze as artist came out to let loose old and new works of flowmenship that oozed from lips and allowed us to breath new air of words for a first time. But when it came to giving the mic what it needed, the crowed was fixed on the lyrical wordsmith Shyst giving a story that can only be told through rapid insertion and power that he possesses.

When the mic closed the night was far from over as Dj Mitch let the party people get something funky to mingle too as they feed on finger foods and libations that relaxed the night as it was meant too. In the end the Collective has shown all that as artist the time has come for forward progress as black business owners and a place for arts in neighborhoods that deserve to be brought back to life within a continued beginning that will go on for ever…