Guitar!

On December 19, 2012 at around 11 pm in the evening where in America it is 7 am Louise; my friend, asked for my help through skype. Troubled on how she could reach the other frets with her pinkie.

"Good Morning. Watcha’ doin’?" I asked.

"Good Evening...trying to learn on how to

play this guitar of mine." Louise replied.

"Want me to teach you?" I suggested.

"YES PLEASE!” Louise exclaimed.

" So... What part is hard for you?" I

asked.

“My pinkie’s too short to reach this part of the fret board.." Louise growled.

“You should stretch your fingers by pushing it against the guitars’ neck.” Said I.

“Okay. Thanks. I gotta go. Mum’s calling me to help in cooking.” Louise said. Changing her tone 

from cheery to gloomy.

Surreptitious Meanings

The ever so famous Mona Lisa has once again intrigued our minds. Everyone questioned - "Who is Mona Lisa?". What makes her so unique? So precious? and so expensive? What secret does it try to hide? All of these are now answered and compiled and is to be remembered. But what are those?

The smile. One of the most peculiar one's they've encountered. Saying that it showed six different emotions. The face itself, that somewhat reflects the image of the painter himself. Other researches have also mentioned that Mona Lisa and Leonardo had a special rapport. After several years; close to present, researchers have concluded that Mona Lisa had an ailment that made her smile seemed to look different. Her right side of the body was somewhat paralyzed.While with the paintings worth? It is no doubt worth tons of money. After getting stolen and all the other things that happened to it. It is a very lucky painting, since till this very day it is still in one piece.

Mona Lisa. Known to be one of the best paintings to be created by mankind. Not only because it is created by a known artist but also because it tells different stories. Stories that we could relate to our past.

Young Vincent and I

How would it feel to be toured or just to end the day with a historical person that you admire? If not admire, someone who you think you should know more?

Flashing back to the past, in the 19th century is where I met a young Vincent Willem Van Gogh. A thirteen year old lad in the town of Zundert in Netherlands is currently playing with paints on the sidewalk. Curious. I watched him until he felt paranoid and turned his back to me. Questioning glares were thrown back to me. He looked at me in a distinctive way.

"Have I done something to catch your attention? Or is it just that you think that I'm a queer boy or sort of bizarre kid?" A cold tone was what I heard from him.

"No not at all." I gave him a friendly smile. "In fact I find your work somewhat ravishing. Unique."

   He finally met my eyes and his eyes somewhat brightened. 

"What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter, and then the painting." Surprised I am. A 13 year-old lad speaking such ingenious quotes as if I were like talking to an elderly.

  He left me speechless for words. I then shifted my daze to his work which seemed like a doodle and not an actual work.

"It's nice." Was all I could think of saying to him. It's someone's point-of-view overlooking at the city at night and seeing the bright stars and the moon in a cool and breezy looking night.

"Starry, Starry Night" I murmured.

"That's a nice title. I could use that." Vincent stood beside me. "Say. Would you want a tour?" The young lad that seemed to be older than me because of his actions suggested he'd tour me around.

We started walking. 

"Where's your place?" I curiously asked.

"Our house is at Main Street, Markt 29." Not being familiar with Netherlands (especially in the 19th century) i just nodded.

We reached our destination. I stumbled upon two buildings.

"This is our house over here." He walks to were the door is.

"What about that tall red building over there? Is it another house of yours?" I persistently asked.

"Van Gogh's church." He blankly said.

"Vincent, brought a friend?" A somewhat older looking Vincent stood in front of us.

"Theo, this is..."

"Kim" I smiled. "Nice meeting you."

"And she's no friend. I just met her a while ago at Breda." Breda? Perhaps it's the place where I saw him.

"But my dear brother, it is unusual for you to be talking to strangers. Is it not." His brother Theo seems to be nice.

Vincent pauses. It made him think of what his brother just said.

"I guess...you're right."

We head to his room where paintings are placed everywhere. I noticed that most of them expressed too much emotion. Such opaque colours were used.

"Sad." Vincent started. "All my paintings depicts my feelings. When I feel such pain throbbing my heart I always pick a brush and just paint my heart out."

The day ended with Vincent and I talking about his paintings. One-by-one. I didn't got bored since art is art and I love art. What bothered me was the way he makes his paintings. Full of agonizing stories. It seems like he has made a future for himself since he tends to isolate his self from the others unconsciously. What if I was his friend? What would happen to the so called Aloof and Queer child of the Van Gogh family. 

What I've noticed. Most of us; yes including me, artists find it hard to express ourselves through words. Instead we take a pencil or a brush and start making something. I guess, I just feel like I can explain things more through what my mind sees. There's just something words can't completely adhere. Just like what Einstein said - "Imagination is more important than Knowledge."

10 Silhouettes of Violations

     We have our own dark secrets. And some of these are the violations we have committed. Admit it or not we all have done something unnecessary to society. At some times these traits of ours depict something in us that sometimes even we; ourselves, can't explain. 

    Silhouettes. It is defined as 'shadowed contour' or just simply as a shadow. A shadow appears when there is light and grows as the light moves in a different angle. The shadow is that gloomy feeling that anyone can feel. The light is that confident and zeal part of someone. But in every success tells a different story.

    The Valley of Violation. Filled with violations that I have committed. A summarization of what I believe I have done in the past 15 years of my entire existence. Many would question this violations. Especially the last part;because even I - myself, am not sure of it but I feel it.

    Cheating. First part of the valley. This is where mortals feel a 100% guilt in themselves. Cheating is a usual trait in every student. Guarded by the so called 'Judiciousness'.  Covered with dark clothes (still signifying the shadow) and eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you go, even without them moving it. They stand on top of the what seems to be a broken stone bridge. Two of them at the two ends guarding anyone who wishes to escape while the other is on top - making the overview. Anyone who passes the boundaries shall feel that burnt in their eyes even if there is really no fire is set to it.

   Tardiness. Moves and reacts slowly. I feel such tardiness in the way I think. And I believe that it is something not worth having. This part of the valley is guarded by a tall bulky man with horns as long as a bulls'. A friend of the Minotaur's. The mortals are to 'run' endlessly in the steep stairs. If one were to stop he'd feel the horns attack him at the back.

   Clutter. To be placed in one of the hollow holes. Filled with all the mess that you made ever since you lived. And is to be cleaned by that same person. There are no guards since it is too deep that only wall climbing creatures can come out.

   Carelessness. They are to walk endlessly on the string like path. They must not be 'careless for they might fall and repeat. None has so far succeeded. No guards are assigned, since it is not needed.

  Offensive Words. Speaking or telling things direct or indirectly offensive. With closed mouths they are to be trapped in the skulls. With small space they are sure to feel that 'I-don't-want' feeling. Hands are tied together to make sure that none shall hurt each other verbally nor physically.

   Lost of Confidence. No such punishment is placed since it is not their fault for being pushed down but for not trying, they are to stand individually at each post in the valley for everyone to see them.

   Slight Lose of Hope. The ground is shaking like there's a earthquake with a magnitude of 10. If one loses hope in living their feet are forced to walk off and let themselves fall in a what feels like eternity but is really just a split second then they will quickly go back.

   The eight path is Sadness. It has three barriers namely:

• Seclusion - when one has felt too much miserableness they seclude themselves from everyone. Not wanting to make 'contact'.
• Apathetic - losing of interest on anything or even anyone. And slowly has the feeling of dying since they have that thought that their lifeless.
• Neglect - losses all the caring towards others; even oneself. 

   Forlorn. Sad, miserable, dejected, despondent, unhappy, hopeless, desperate. All those combined.
   Lastly is the Minor Sanity. Trapped in a dark empty room. Away from anything and anyone. Sadness overfills the mortal that makes one want to feel insane. Feels all that miserable thing and wanting to hurt oneself and shall not hesitate to if he sees any sharp object. Though having a minor sanity, one still has that hesitation in suiciding since he is still in the right thinking.

   10 violations that I myself have experienced. And from one to be free of all of these struggles is to find that light that will and can guide us to a straighter, much brighter path.