My passionate desire for my art can be seen through the expressions of my face , the nervousness in my walk and the sweat dripping down from my forehead coming from the bright gleaming lights.The dark space in front of me with millions of faces and eyes pointing right at me as I take the microphone and make my mark on this stage where I was first born as an artist. I close my eyes and I try to breathe in regular tempo not too fast, not too slow. I want to run away but I can’t my body is frozen in this space of time where the eye of an insightful man of music is waiting for me to show what I’m worth.
I sing music that can inspire people to do so, things they’ve never thought of even doing. Old scriptures of religious music is what structured me. Fascinated by what all the notes mean in the shelves and how people can read them. That it was so much more of knowing music then to be reading notes. Coming across a video that made me cry in a beautiful feeling after watching the inspiring French Opera Carmen. The beat of my art is coming from the way my mother and aunt walk the sidelines with their heels on and the sway of the hips going at the tempo of adagio.
I wish to create a beautiful melody as beautiful as the full red roses in Honduras on my aunt’s front porch, to have it to be written in a unique minor key, for my tongue will articulate the language my blood speaks, That I have created the most gorgeous of spanish melodies.
I am not much of a writer professionally, I am more of a writer for my satisfaction and I usually write poetry more than short stories. After High School I wish to be a Makeup Artist in New York and work my way up to create my own cosmetics line. As an artist though writing helps me cope.