“ I shall pass”  that was the last line of the poem the lanky latin guy in a red jacket read. His hands twitched on the microphone’s stand like he meant every single breath in those words. He tapped repeatedly with his shoes on the red carpet. The carpet was dusty, I saw it puff brown wipsy slingshots under his shoes. He stopped reading, the audience clapped. I only bit the edge of my lips, stunned by the bold expression of extreme sorrow on his face which the audience didn't see or refused to see. He dropped his head to the side smiling like an actor forced to act a script. I picked my red Christmas hat and exit through the back door of the auditorium. A young lady called out to me when I was a few meters out. I looked back turning only my head, the rest of my body wanted to go somewhere else. Where? I didn't know. She came holding a few copies of a book in her hands. “Merry Christmas" she said smiling. At sight, I found her energy too appeasing. She came close, her eyel...

As seen on the website of the National Library of Medicine . Art may make you lose sanity. Marie-Henri Beyle also known as Stendhal described his emotions when he visited Basilica of Santa Croce in Italy,1817. He saw an artwork of Volterrano which he had viewed in complete silence. He says: "the life went out of me, and I walked in fear of falling." I proceed to say, art might grip your heart, that is its job if rightly viewed and it'd distort your heartbeat and your thoughts till you see from the artist's eyes, fall into the same trance the artist fell, feel the brush strokes. Digital and physical art both have a magic they possess. You are permitted to feel the perfect imperfections, the blending, the struggle by the artist to bring his view to life for you to see. Oh it's worth a chance. Dear reader, I mean it's good to view art, it makes you leave this body and become soul. At least you need that away from this phone-full noise. View Jekphrasa...

Kenyon's the harp player  - 1888 " The harp is the most heavenly of all instruments. Its music seems to float between the earth and the skies.” - Carlos Salzedo View image source When Kenyon Cox paints a gentle female harpist reaching her hands out to the strings like it's an extension of her soul, it's fair to believe it is quite heavenly to mourn, to think or to be happy through the tingles of a string. Her emotions although unclearly stated through her facial expressions wanders between the tuning peg and the bridge, letting us slowly into our own thoughts “that the harpist may be fused into her own music” . A harpist being fused into her own music would imply a confluence as Salzedo would describe it “ The harpist must become the harp; the music is not something outside, but something alive within the performer. (From Salzedo’s teachings in Harp Technique , 1919–1920s lectures). This confluence is represented in our painting “ The green harp by Jekphrasa ...