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Hills on Fire

The last few days in this place that I love so much has been ablaze. Like a scene right out of a superhero summer blockbuster the flames are making their way down the hills consuming everything in their path. And in Tinseltown too, the irony is not lost on any of us. As end looms over us we go about shopping for our groceries, going out to dinner with friends, celebrating birthdays and spending a day at the beach. We are no longer impressed or afraid. We, the inhabitants of this town live everyday above the earth’s rumblings waiting for ‘the big one.’ So nothing will scare us. It may seem like we are crazy or numb, but we understand that there is only so much that is within our control. It is not the first time we have been devastated and it won’t be the last. Life is meant to be savored.

birthday

prompt-theory

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Taste

Taste is a very personal thing. We can have endless debates on what is good or bad taste.  There are so many variables involved. The age of the person, the venue, the fit of garment as well as cultural and religious beliefs. These rules are created by those who have the platform and the influence. To be fair they are just opinions, yet they compel the masses to spend ridiculous amounts on fads. I think fashion should express your personality, mood and interests. It is unfortunate that often we are afraid to do so because others may frown on our choices. Individual style should be what we aspire to. It is personal, expressive and genuine.

America
America

prompt-elegance

sketch · the daily post

Sweet Tooth

We are only seven days into the season and I have already had my first sugar overload. To be fair I am a sugarholic. Yes,  addicted to sugar. I have a sweet tooth and a mouthful of metal to mark the casualties in the ongoing fight against it. I once asked my dentist while he was busy poking around to remove my sweet tooth. He didn’t think that was funny. A lecture on the ills of sugar and the importance of flossing daily immediately followed. Once again as I walk through the valley lined with candy canes, peppermint bark and milk chocolate snowmen, I resolve to do better this year. But just in case I will set up my next appointment.

future

prompts-gorge

sketch · the daily post

96% Spandex

I wasn’t even looking when I got my first real full time job. My cousin’s wife asked me to come in because she would get $100 for each applicant she referred. I did not have classes that day and frankly I was tired of getting spat up on at the day care center where I worked part time. The free lunch she threw in sealed the deal. Our office was located in area surrounded by thirty or more eating places where my co-workers and I spent every lunch hour. I had a work uniform that consisted of these very fashionable black knit pants (96% spandex). They fantastic. So much so that they expanded with me, doing such a wonderful job that I did not even notice. Then one day, six months later they reached their limit, all 96% of it. I quickly rushed over to the mall to find a replacement and apparently even at the store I had reached the limit in the size they carried. Horror! I was then kindly referred to the store next door where I was told I might find more options. That instantly put an end to my lunch time indulgences.

bae

 

prompts-knit

sketch · the daily post

Acquired Taste

I would say that during my upbringing I was exposed to new and what some would consider foreign experiences. My father was very well traveled and my mother worked in an organization whose workers were mostly expatriates. Also living in the an area of the city where embassies favored meant I spent a lot of time with children from almost every corner of the world. We had our very own United Nations compound. Sometimes we would eat in each others kitchens much to the chagrin of my mother who did not appreciate her kids eating in other homes uninvited.  This is where I had my very first encounter with mushrooms. The spongy texture and taste was very strange to me. I did not like them much and really only started eating them as an adult. Like many things they are an acquired taste.

the eye

 

prompts-mushroom

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Adinkra and the Law of Attraction

About a month ago a friend and great supporter of my creative endeavors sent me a image of body paint art asking if I had considered it. I thought about it for a second than immediately dismissed it. Approximately a month after that I was at a party where I overhead a friend sharing with another friend who is a photographer, about how she was dreamed of doing a body paint photo shoot and was looking for an artist. My ears perked up and I went over to offer my services. She explained how wanted her body covered with west African symbols known as Adinkra for they held deep spiritual meaning for her. This last Sunday with as little effort as possible everything fell together seamlessly as three women gathered in our makeshift hotel studio to fulfill this dream. It was truly a spiritual experience. I believe that had it not been for my friend I would have missed this opportunity. So yesterday I sent a quick note to thank him for attracting this wonderful thing into my life.

tree of life
Nyame Dua-Gods Tree (God’s presence and protection)
sketch · the daily post

Ginger me Slowly

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Ginger me
With pillow talk and pretty things, oh
Ginger me
By candle light and long walks by the lagoon
Ginger me with intellect and wine
Ginger me Boy with kindness and cool

Ginger me Slowly
Yes oh
Ginger me Slowly

Ginger me
With poetry and roses in the afternoon
GInger me
With trips to Monaco and to the Nile
Ginger me
With power and humility, oh
GInger me boy
Ginger me with your love

Ginger me Slowly
Yes oh
Ginger me Slowly

Ginger me by Somi

prompts- gingerly

sketch · the daily post

Finding my Beats

There are not many things that give me as much pleasure as dancing. My parents enrolled me in ballet classes when I was nine.  I thought my dancing skills were decent but not teacher.  She said I just wasn’t graceful enough.  I would not quit. Nothing cements my determination like a naysayer. I wasn’t the greatest dancer but I enjoyed it immensely. Then about three years ago I discovered Afro-beats. A genre of music that has a beat that is undeniably rhythmic and contagious. My whole being succumbed to the movement, it was almost spiritual. I still feel this way when I hear this music my body moves almost instinctively. Now I know I wasn’t a bad dancer, I just hadn’t found my beats.

symphony

 

 

prompts – dancing