Here’s the latest addition to my DOODLES page.
I haven’t been doodling lately, but this one I did in a public sketch book at the Kava Bar I frequent.
The “Love Sound” written in the roots was done by a close friend of mine.
“There is Nothing to Fear My Love… My Love…”
I performed a few weeks ago at the Little Haiti Cultural Center close to the Design District in Miami, FL.
This piano caught my (eye) and got an urge to play it. But I guess that would’ve been ‘trespassing’? I still would’ve gone for it had I not been rushed to leave the premises after they closed.
Excerpt and illustration by Kahlil Gibran in his masterpiece, The Prophet.
“And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
The other day I came to a conclusion about my doodles and life, respectively.
I was making mention to my dear friend that I realized how I actually don’t like to doodle in pencil. Why, you may ask? Well, I figured that by drawing in pencil, I am more tempted to erase, undo or ‘regret’ any mistake I may have made. When I draw in pen or marker, then I am compelled to work around the mistake, accept it, change it to the best of my ability, and transform it for the better. When drawing in pencil, then my genuine intentions change. I then want to ‘perfect’ every line, every curve, every detail. And I won’t ever really be satisfied because there will always be a slight smudge that gets in the way.
And as I’m stating my stance on the tools that I prefer to use for drawing, something clicked in my head.
My brain began to compare life with a drawing. We cant undo or erase what we did yesterday. Regret? Perhaps, but who wants to walk around with pockets full of regrets? Nobody, really… but many people do however. In life, whatever choices we make become permanent. But It doesn’t mean that they define us since there are many ways of adjusting, repairing, transforming, etc. The smudges I previously referred to, those are like obstacles. We cant avoid them. But we surely can overcome them, learn from them and become aware of them whenever they pop up.
What are you life analogies?
I remember you.
I remember that smile.
You winked at me the first time our eyes met;
You meant every compliment.
I remember your smell:
Sweet yet masculine.
Ooohh… it was intense.
Just like that rendezvous by the fountain
That splashed scents of lavender and jasmine as it eased our souls.
For one single night you opened up the door to your heart
Even when you knew you’d shut it from the start,
But you couldn’t resist me.
I inspired your desire for affectionate words;
Your appetite for gentleness came in thirds.
You craved to caress my whole
With the energy you discovered as you touched my lips.
Now all of a sudden my kiss has eclipsed
The memories of every woman you knew.