My Rooftop View 3rd Floor Window

I live in a 3rd floor apartment and at times I wish I could physically move some of the obstructions of nature. It is such a stunning sight with a few obstructions…here are some of the views I have. None the less, I think I will be painting or drawing a few of them soon.

Open Mic – Brew’d Awakening

Talented! Talented! Talented!

On Thursday of September 17th I attended my very first live poetry slam in a long while. It was held at the Brew’d Awakening Coffeehaus, 61 Market St in downtown Lowell (www.brewdawakening.com)

Well…WOW spectacular! It was filled with non-stop energy as each poet unleashed their talent of spoken words on an eagerly awaiting audience. Each performance earned an agreeable, head nod with an “hmm” and fingers snapping along with shouts of woo hoos!

October 1st, my second open mic in Lowell, same location as before, and a packed house. I took my usual position in the rear of the room, in my opinion the best vantage point.
The energy exploded as Anthony Febo, took the microphone and announced the first performance. The rhythm and rhymes came flowing through as poets, masters of spoken words voiced their creative expertise, filling the listeners with a feeling of ecstasy and leaving them with an attitude of gratitude.

The featured poets Ryan McLellan and Mark “The Colonel” Palos, two of New Hampshire’s slam veterans and National Poetry Slam representatives, gave a rousing performance and having you wishing they could continue. Well, all good things come to an end.

Open mic is held every 1st and 3rd Thursday of each month at the Brew’d Awakening, come on out and support the arts in Lowell and the talent of those young and seasoned.

Once in a While – A Bit of Poetry

101_1102Along with drawing, painting, taking photographs, I write, and ever so often I write poems. Similar to my art I am influenced and inspired by my surroundings, people, and just everyday life. Once in a while I show my poems, here is one of those times. This one was written over ten(10) years ago, it got published in the literary arts magazine at college.

 

 

 
Summer

She leaves in a blaze of glory
Splashing her bright colors
On the oaks and maples,
Heralding the fall.
Her heat simmers to a cool wisp
Touching my face the with gentle reminder that
The cold winter draws nigh.

She lies down quietly
No, she is not dead.
Winter’s gray, ghostly blanket covers her, she is unseen.
She takes with her the frolic and the laughter of the long days.

Before long, she stirs again,
Bringing with her chirping birds,
Flashy tulips and new life,
Springing from every corner
Paving the way for her dramatic entrance.

Artsy Lowell, MA – Van Gogh’s Gear

I have been living and working in Lowell for five or more years now, and I have yet to explore the city.  Late last year I lost access to my personal transportation, at first I thought it would be difficult, but it has turned out a plus for me. In the begining I was being given a ride to and from work (my part-time job as a Resident Service Coordinator), after I opted to take public transportaton. It was the best decision I made. While driving around or being driven around I missed out on the beauty of the city. Though walking is a major challenge for me at the moment  and I mean it hurts at times, I love taking my time and just enjoy the view, with my camera in tow of course. Here are some pictures I took of my local art supply store, http://www.vangoghsgear.com/ normally I would run in, get my supply, hop in my car and leave. Now I have to wait on the bus across the street which leaves me choice but to enjoy the view.

Looking forward to Fall

As the summer winds down ( I know it came late for us here in New England) and fall approaches, I am looking forward to my favorite time of the year. The cool, crip mornings, the color splash of bright reds, oranges, yellows and various hues on the trees. The variety of blooms  of chyrsantemums, road side stalls of honey and harvest produce.  The texture of gourds, squash, pumpkins, acorns, I look forward to  the crunches of the leaves under my footsteps, and the crackling sounds as squirrels hurries about gathering nuts I am look forward to all of these. The beautiful sunsets then give rise to a full bright tawny havest moon. Everything  about the smell, sounds,  sights and textures of fall stimulates me creatively.
I am looking forward to roving with my camera this fall and find scenes to that will be frozen forever , and each time they are viewed, I can say, “I remember when.”  For my audience, may their words be, ” I want to be there.”