Free to just be at last
For the first time in probably life, I feel as if I’m actually doing many of the things I’ve always desire, and well many I had no clue I would care to do. Recently, I began an art project heavily steeped in my indigenous roots, but exuding an artsy, poetic and a spiritual essence. Confusing . . . I know, I barely know how to explain what I am up to myself these days. Nevertheless, I call my new ventures Craftscapes. The process of craftscaping for me is really all about engulfing myself into the colliding process of art and spirit. Who I truly am is starting to become more apparent to me as I dive deeper into this new world I’m creating with the help of Frankie baby.
How did this begin?
Thanks for asking loves! It all began quite some time ago, but these creative seeds started to take root back in January when I posted High Off Metta. My old gears started grinding to a steady churn. I was so bogged down with the current plight of humanity that I started to get mentally blockaded with all the inhumane happenings of the world. Eh, needless to say if you know anything about the science of being fxcking great—you know AIN’T NO BODY GOT TIME FOR THAT NEGATIVITY! So I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and took the collective advice of Michael Jackson, Wallace D. Wattles and My Hunny. In short: DON’T TRY TO CHANGE THE WORLD EGYPT! JUST DO YOU . . . well thanks guys I suppose I can’t screw that up.
Well Egypt loves art of ALL sorts, poetry, culture, traveling, newness, adventure, good people –and a whole host of nouns and verbs that I’m sure will come in handy sooner or later. So, I’ve decided to work on my very own art collective, from time-to-time collaborating with other gifted and vastly talented creators. The greater purpose or my end goal is to shelter, feed and provide access to the pursuit of happiness for our homeless and/or hardshipped Brothers and Sisters.
Just doing E.
See, this past Saturday gave me just what I needed the most in order to just “DO ME”. Saturday opened up the door for me to be confident in my crafts. I shook off the jitterbugs and headed into the Sacrifice Meals Society Green Room and laid down two poetry drops? for the poetically enlightened hip-hop artist D’Jon, and another for the master producer and mastermind behind SMS himself—Burna. Believe me or not [I couldn’t] —it was roughly a two take process, and I was out of the booth, listening to myself, and completely unbelieving that it was actually me playing back through the loud speakers. But it felt freaking awesome! And now I know where my heart is and has always been.
Sooooo, I’m super excited to tell you all much more, but later, only after I have more to show for . . .
Love You All!