Monday, February 17, 2014

Hands

Hands covered in what looks like soot, but with much more of a gleam. Everything touched is left with faint fingerprints; miniature, ash-like, contour maps. The skin beneath the ash is smooth and fleshy, but the back of the hands are not the same; the skin is dry and creased every so often. Aggressive wrinkles characterize the skin and yet, there is youth within these hands. Youth of a young artist, living a life through graphite and paper: making marks, making mistakes, making beauty.

Every mark on my drawings is a moment in someone's life, be it of joy or sorrow.

I try to draw with feeling, capturing more than the shapes, values, and colors.

I draw and paint like I write: descriptive and tonal. The latter is key. And life is the lock; indecipherable.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Water

Outside, I'm freezing, but inside, I'm in a hot bath called love (I can't believe I just said that). But really. Love is like water—a pretty common metaphor.

Love flows. It can warm you up or cool you down. It rains—and reigns—over you, sometimes threatening a perfect day, but it brings rainbows and pops out flowers (so corny but true). And when I say that love threatens a perfect day, as rain, I mean that love isn't all about sunshine. It's about striving for the next sunny day. It's planning ahead to avoid downpours and learning how to find shelter in a storm.

Then there's this side of love that's soft and never threatening, and so, even then, it's like water. It's an ocean; powerful and vast, sometimes spraying mist into your face to remind you that you're not dreaming. I still feel like I'm swimming through this dream with you and to you.

You wash over me and soak into my skin—into my heart. Love is like water and we can't live without it. I love you.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Yours and Mine

Love makes impossibilities possible.
It, after all, brought you to me,
Thus catalyzing so many dreams of mine;
And if they come true,
Love will be my savior.
No; that is not so,
For you are my savior;
You save me from something;
Something that I know not of,
And will not, if dreams come true.
When I said that you and I were an impossibility,
I meant that I never thought
That this—you—existed, you see.
Without love, I never would've been blessed with this.
Without you, I never would've known what I would've missed.
But how fortunate am I
To name you as mine
From a distance of many miles.
Through it all, I am left with smiles;
Yours and mine;
Ours.

Honorable Honor

To what, I ask
Do I owe
This honor
That you bestow
On me?
No king deems such feeling,
Neither a queen propose such warfare dealing
That may possess
An immortal mortality;
That man must confess
Befits the entropy of reality.
'Tis Fate
That steers this seaman's vessel
To the Sirens,
Where it doth do crash
Upon the rocks,
And life's secrecy
Perhaps be unlocked.

A Friend, Indeed

What is a friend?
By any other name
Would it be as friendly?
It be, in fact, said
That friends are to which to blame
For survival of love and fame.
I believe it so,
For fame bring many a foe
And many a love
To, after the passing of time, woe;
But 'tis the former of acquaintances
That upholds our sincerities,
Never to surrender them
To new-found troubles;
To enclose our hearts within a heart.

A Dream

It's as if sleep never escapes me,
For dreams whisper to me
And follow me.
Yet, they breathe life into me;
Such real life they build around me
And the cause be
That reality,
With you as a player
Upon its stage,
Performs a dream,
Though it is not fiction;
For to perform is to be,
And so, I concur,
I dwell within a dream.

War Fair

Combative.
I often find
That such a disposition
Does, indeed, make
The armory
For a future fray;
A barrage
Composed
Of tales,
High
And
Low,
Some fueling
Passion for a foe,
But in the other game
Of fairness,
Passion for woe
Or passion to sow
Eros' seeds.
Caution;
Woe breeds weeds.
Do not abandon the field;
For if you do,
You partake in action
To yield his planters
And prevent the gardeners
From monitoring
Such ailed vegetation
That may suffocate
The rose,
Even with its thorns.
This battlefield;
What be it?

Friday, February 7, 2014

Philanthropics: Wait A Minute

My earlier post articulated my envy of private school students, but the solution to the American education system is not by creating institutions that are more selective. The beauty of public schools is that they education everyone. They do not discriminate. They are true pillars of equal opportunity and if we seek different opportunities, that seem to be exclusive to private schools, what is stopping us (with the exception of politics) from adopting those same things? Public schools offer a broader expanse of possibilities. This is where "philanthropics" should be applied.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Philanthropics

We live in a very polarized society and the people who don’t know that must be the ones so surrounded by money that they don’t know much else beyond. There is, however, something with the power to link the lower class with the upper class. It’s called opportunity.

I will admit that I am a pretty privileged American. I was fortunate enough to become part of a hard-working, knowledgeable, and loving family. Not only this, but I was blessed with a wide range of interests, partly due to my upbringing. Now a senior in high school, I must begin to plan out my life (much more daunting than it had seemed in the past). I’m lucky that college is an option; or am I?

Today, college is an area of doubt for many young people and their parents. For most, it costs so much and provides so little. Sometimes it provides nothing and takes all. That sounds like a rather backwards system to me. Perhaps that is a reason for my hesitation about entering an “institution of higher education”. Yet, I am acquainted with a number of individuals that have either of three, practically “sure thing” plans: coming from a privileged background, having connections, and being the absolute best.

Recently, I've made some connections with students studying at private high schools. When discussing our future plans (college, especially), they nonchalantly named off the schools they are focused on: Harvard, Dartmouth, Brown, Yale, Princeton, Duke, MIT, Columbia, Stanford, etc. I thought to myself, “That’s attainable for them; very much so. Those aren’t their dream schools. They are reality.” As we continued to talk about test scores and college preparation I realized something: private schools aren’t more expensive for no reason. Private schools offer everything that a public school offers, but at the highest level possible.

Private schools run off of money, and lots of it. They can afford the top educators in the world, the top coaches in the world, and the top opportunities. What I mean by that is private school is a master key for every door imaginable.

One of my friends entered private school based on outstanding academic achievement and another because of his extraordinary athletic performance. Both attend school on partial scholarships, but suddenly, they are in an environment where the future isn’t something to worry about. Clearly, they both deserved to get where they are, but I envy that they had that opportunity because there are millions of young people with the same aspirations and not nearly enough resources to fulfill them.

I don’t mean to make the assumption that Ivy League schools aren’t a possibility for a public school student, but here is the undeniable reality: If you’re aiming for Harvard, you’re much closer to getting there starting from a place listed in Forbes under “America's Best Prep Schools” than if you’re starting from your average public high school. There’s no disputing that.

Private schools need to be more reachable for more students. They need to be more accessible. However, the fuel for private schools is money. If we want to give more students the opportunity to experience the best that can be offered, then we need to have people willing to make the necessary sacrifices. For some, such sacrifices are investments in the future; in the new generation.

The Giving Pledge is a group of billionaires that make those type of sacrifices for the good society. Upon joining the club, they pledge at least half of their fortunes to go to charities either within their lifetime or in their will. It is this type of philanthropy that makes impossibilities possible.

Maybe, then, contributing to the education system would reap the most benefits. As we combat global issues like disease, climate change, and world hunger, we should raise our children to become not only educated individuals, but capable ones, given the tools to continue the legacies left by people like Bill and Melinda Gates. I propose the following: a collection of capital from philanthropists (and let’s especially consider elite economists) that is put towards two objectives: the creation of private elementary institutions that are tuition-free and the distribution of money to students that deserve the benefits that private schooling offers.

Societal changes begin with society. The “More the Merrier” theory can really advance the education system and overall economy of this nation. It can even extend beyond our nation’s classrooms and continue to fight against, and even extinguish, the worst of the world’s problems.

Starting at a young age, students should be encouraged to participate in scholarship programs for private schooling by thinking outside the box and discovering what it is they love to do most. We should make top notch facilities and programs available to the masses, especially those that are dedicated to changing the world in ways we never thought possible. We need to put our faith in the new generation, by giving them hope.

phil·an·throp·ics (n) the economics of philanthropy; the economic repercussions of contributing to society often as a result of donating large sums of money

Thank you for reading this article. I encourage you to take a look at the following webpages:

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1FjW0VUZkGxGitMmeFJP_6vvGMGfDHfGfq7Jkc9k4gqw/edit?pli=1#slide=id.g2ad341316_075

http://givingpledge.org/

Monday, February 3, 2014

Distancing

Your eyes are blue-gray. Your eyes are a sea that I constantly find myself drowning in; and at the same time, you are always there to rescue me, before I am engulfed by the waves of doubt that come with this storm called love. And the reason you are always capable of rescuing me is that there is no doubt here. The only doubt that grazes the surface of the water comes in with the winds. What we weather together is less of a storm and more of a steady rain with sporadic gusts. We need those gusts, as everyone does, to beat against our bodies and remind us that we're only human. Ironically, with you, I never feel so mortal, yet so immortal at the same time.

I worry. It's inevitable. But the distinction is that my worry doesn't blockade my love, nor yours. What does, however, impede the full extent of our love, is distance. That is not to say that I can't love you from thousands of miles away, if that were the case, but it yields the thought that maybe the distance can become a mindset, distancing you from me.