I immensely enjoy the fact that there are many different art forms. I mean think about it. There’s visual and performing arts. There’s painting, sculptures, drawing, sketching, photography, dancing, and music. Even writing is an art form, which is an art form that I particularly enjoy. The fact that we as humans have so many different ways to express ourselves through creating things is awesome. There’s just something, almost mystical about art that I can’t explain. I try to explain it to a degree like in this blog but there’s also an element to it that is unexplainable because it makes me feel things that I don’t understand.
Today I had to conduct my first interview for the Carolina Monthly. At first I was really nervous because I haven’t conducted an interview since the last time I wrote for my college newspaper back in 2013. I interviewed Cedric Baker who has an art exhibit right now in Goldsboro, NC. It was really fascinating talking to him about his experience as an artist and where he gets his ideas from. I walked out of that interview feeling amazing. I literally walked out exhaling a sigh of joy because I realized THIS is what I want to do. The experience of interviewing someone and getting their thoughts and getting a deeper portrait of them was incredible. I had great interview questions, we were conversational, and Cedric Baker was really a great person to interview. He gave me a lot to work with. It made me realize that I really do have great interviewing skills. It was just really amazing and I am so proud of myself for my accomplishment today. Below is Cedric Baker in front of some of his artwork.
Music is one of the main things in ny life that truly brings me happiness. I can’t even explain my feelings about music. Bottom line is that music is magical. So, I’m at work listening to my Pandora and the station I’m listening to right now is Old School Rap. I’m probably in the majority that thinks that old school music is the best. It’s way better tham today’s music and I’m only 25 years old. Now don’t get me wrong. There are artists today who are taking music to whole other places and doing something unique with it. Those people are true artists, but sadly most of the rap genre has gone downhill but that is just a generalization of course. There are a select few who are doing great things in hip hop, but listening to these oldies…rap hits that came out in the 70s, 80s, and 90s brings so much nostalgia that sometimes I just get the chills and I wasn’t even born in the 70s or 80s but that’s the beauty of music. Music transcends race, decades, generations, and so forth. Earlier the song “Me, Myself, and I” by De La Soul was on and I was just like “Wow! This is true music right here.” Music should conjure up those feelings. Music truly is a universal language.
Ok, so I am a huge procrastinator and I have been wanting to work on my own chapbook of poems. For those who don’t know a chapbook is pretty much a booklet of poems, usually no more than 40 pages. I started putting my poems together and then I stopped, but I want to start back up tomorrow. I already have my theme for my poems. It’s going to be called “Scars.” I think that title is very fitting and goes with my theme because most of my poetry deals a lot with dealing with emotional scars and some physical scars. The idea of my theme being “Scars” just came naturally, as naturally as my poetry came to me. I tried doing everything online and by using Microsoft Word and putting all of my poems in an electronic folders but tomorrow I plan on doing everything old school and using pen and paper to write out all of poems that I want to include in my chapbook. I think it’ll be easier that way. Then I guess my next step will be to find a publisher. If any people out there know any good publishers I would be forever grateful for the guidance!
Every writers journey is different. Everyone has a different process of how they create. Some writers can write everyday and others rather write when they’re hit with inspiration. I’m the latter. I rarely write everyday unless I’m hit with inspiration everyday. I love writing poetry about what I’m going through in the moment or what emotion I’m feeling in that moment. I once wrote a poem about why I write. I think it summed up perfectly the different reasons why I write. Below is my poem:
I write to fill the pain
I write to avoid the pain
I write to understand the pain
I write to embrace the pain
I love to write because I can express who I am
When I feel like no one hears me
I write because sometimes…just sometimes I feel misunderstood
Writing is my release to unleash the pain inside
And sometimes I even create the pain
Pain for whatever…
It really doesn’t matter.
It just gives me something to write about.
*I remember writing this entirely on a whim. I was at work and the words just came to me.
“What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?”~Langston Hughes
*This is one of my favorite poems by the highly esteemed Harlem Renaissance writer Langston Hughes. This may be one of Hughes’ most famous poems and I especially love this poem in connection with the play, A Raisin in the Sun, which got its name from this poem. I feel like this poem really sets up the story of the play and the plot of the play is really built around this poem. It’s all about dreams. Essentially, what happens when you don’t follow your dreams? Based off of this poem it seems like Hughes’ is trying to convey the message that not following your dreams can have unpleasant consequences. When you think about your dreams and you stew over the fact that you can’t get anywhere, the weight of it all can be maddening. In the play this reaction is most notable in the character Walter Younger who had dreams of going into business for himself by using his dead father’s insurance money. He became obsessed. It’s almost like the dreams that he had were eating him up inside. I think this is a very good poem to reflect on. Tell me what are your thoughts on this poem? Here I’ve posted a link to the poem
Art is beautiful and music is wonderful but combined they can be dynamic. I live in Goldsboro, NC and on the surface Goldsboro doesn’t seem like a thriving artistic city, but I have recently learned that there is more to Goldsboro than meets the artistic eye. The Arts Council of Wayne County is at the center of it all. They focus on supporting local artists. I took a journey downtown today to check it out mainly because I had to write an article about. I am a volunteer writer for Carolina Monthly. Part of the lure of this place for me is that the actually have a music alley, where they have displayed artwork that shows off the beauty of music. Music plays a very important part of my life and I believe it to be one of the most important things in life and to me art (any kind of art) is a cultural experience. I’m so happy to have found this place. They have upcoming art exhibits, they have an art market with trinkets created by local artists, and they have many opportunities for artists to make a name for themselves in the community. I look forward to getting more involved and creating my own stuff.