I couldn’t resist her look her emotions of being we connected from a distant window and I knew what she liked what she wanted what she needed a gentle hand a passionate hand someone that cares enough to take etchings filled with fabric apply them to her and allow her to show the world how beautiful she is from a window marked Macy’s…#
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.
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.
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.
Photo by Julia Formisland Creation by Roxette words by Brorha Train
All he wanted was acceptance
All she wanted was acceptance
All they deserved was acceptance
All they cared for was love
All they wanted was love
All they got was bruises
From the many that couldn’t understand
All they got were bruises
Submitted in ink saying words like abomination
All they felt was pain
Injected into everyday eye contact
that had no reason to give a negative
All they received was shunning
Of those that swore they understood biblical scriptures but never took the time to actually read the script
All they cared for was acceptance
In the form of an embrace embedded in a hug that in many ways managed to remove the bruises and pain
All she needs is your love
Her as a person
Her as a woman
Her as she is
Not what you want her to be
But as a person
So remember this is all she needs..
Allen Brotha Train Clark 2015
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.
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…
Slowly the time paces
But motion of slow
All just looking up
At a board filled with destinations
Slowly moving up in a shuffle
Heads and eyed follow
these moments are about rest
For the travel holds content
Books, ink , phones, and thought
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
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..
I felt like my life was overjoyed a few weeks ago. I never thought that moment would happen when seeing someone that helped direct you to this art upon the stage can impact you more than ever. His interaction with his audience was one long to cherish, his need to be with the people as one was cherished, his need to stop and talk was cherished, and at some point I felt like he just wanted to be one of us. In most cases people would have probably had wanted to see him doing poetry funny thing is I appreciate him as an artist I understand his need to speak and many times for as an artist to be limitless is where we should all be. He said to travel see the world speak to someone in a different language a different land in that to me was about me finding the wholeness in my journey. I don’t know maybe this is that for filled a moment where his words were not just to be spoken but to be heard and for me I hear down the question becomes when will I act on these actions instead of taking them as a passive moment because again how I’m I supposed to be if I cannot for fill my own destiny. Thank you Saul