This weekend, I got to attend some interesting events that served to open my mind to the endless possibilities of art, music and photography.
I've always loved to sing and been fascinated by photography; how you can capture a single moment and freeze it for all eternity. Poetry has been my release for as long as I can remember...there's just something about putting pen to paper and letting the words flow from mind to ink that's freeing. I haven't however, ever master the courage to let anyone 'experience my art' for fear of harsh criticism and not matching up to those who have claimed the stage as their own.
I attend a gig hosted by Afrology that tries to encompass all arts, appreciating each while showing just how much they are intertwined. I thought to myself, each artist there started from somewhere...they must've been nervous, or doubted themselves but still took a chance. Its about time I put my poetry to music and make my mark; stop hiding behind the folds of my mothers skirt and do something positive with my gifts (even if they aren't as magnificent as I may think)
First step is getting back on the runway. I hate taking pictures of myself but my good Kevin offered to do a shoot and with Julie (my girlfriend) there to hold my hand I did it. Still haven't seen them but with Kev's skill and my looks, they will be fabulous.
Kinanda was another event that just helped me realize just how much I'm missing out on. I got a chance to take some photos with a 'real' camera and the thrill it gave me, each brief moment I held it; each time it went 'click', I just new this is something I need to do. When I was told how much one camera costs I was nearly in tears, I'm not deterred and I'll make it work.
I'm going to claim my place on the stage and drag a few other talented people along with me.
I must appreciate people who create platforms for artists to showcase there talent and make a living out of what what makes them happy.
