My Rant

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It’s time for art class at the elementary school.  The teacher tells all the students to draw a simple landscape.  The only requirement is that it must include a tree.  All of the students begin their drawings.  The teacher walks up and down the rows checking on each piece of art.  She stops at one little girl.  “Susi, trees aren’t purple.”

Everybody starts out as an artist.  Children love to draw and paint.  The even give their artwork away as gifts.  We live in a world where if something doesn’t look exactly like what it is depicting, it isn’t “good” art.  That mentality stunts creativity.

The best thing about art is that there are no boundaries– it can be anything you want it to be.

 

Three Kings Day

This is a day late (one day I will totally be on top of this blogging thing…) but yesterday was Three Kings Day.  It also marked the one year mark of the death of my great grandmother, Vicenta Rodas.  Three Kings Day is an important day in Puerto Rico (where my great grandmother lived).

I miss her, but I am blessed to have known her.  How many people can say (especially at my age) that they knew their great grandmother and have memories with her.  She was a VERY spunky lady.  Though she lived quite far from me, my family was able to visit frequently enough that I felt like I knew her.  How happy I am for my faith that lets me know I will see her again one day.

When in high school, I did a small series of paintings with the theme of Puerto Rico.  I felt that this was an appropriate time to share.

My Friend

MY FRIEND
I go to school
Everyone tells me how much I suck
Without saying anything
I get everything wrong
Fail every assignment
Say something dumb
Now even less people like me
Very few friends
Pretty much no one
On my side
I go home
On the way thinking
Dang, I screwed up again
My parents find every reason
to be upset
My siblings try to annoy me
I swear,
It’s their goal in life
I go outside
For peace
And quiet
And there he is
He’s so excited to see me
He wags his tail
Tongue hanging from his mouth
To him, I’ve done nothing wrong
He loves me
I wish I could be the person
my dog thinks I am
He sits on my lap
Licks my face
And I smile
That’s all it took

-Levi A. Rodas

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MY FRIEND (PART TWO)
It isn’t the same
Coming home without seeing you
Or hearing your voice
I go outside
And you aren’t there
Your food bowl is there
Empty
Your dog house is there
Empty
They aren’t supposed to be
Empty
There shouldn’t be birds
You’re supposed to chase them
All the walnuts should be
Hidden, wherever you hid them
I know you had to go
But I don’t like it
There’s an emptiness
Inside me, outside me
Everywhere
My days will be duller
Darker
Gloomier
Without you
For twelve years
I knew you
For twelve years
I loved you
You love me
And now you’re gone
But you have been, you are,
You always will be
My friend

-Levi A. Rodas

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