Were do songs and art begin? In the heart?: a thought By John McKinley Pride Jr

Well first off I would like to say thank you to who ever reads my blog or even shows any interest in it. It is truly humbling and an honor to have any one looking at my work or even my blog; Thank you so much.

Were does it begin? Through ones pin or maybe the veins of some one who really loves the art of poetry or song righting. Maybe it all starts at the bed side of a child that has parents that sing them to sleep or read them a wonderful book. How ever it starts it can become like a fire in ones heart or a storm in ones brain; in my case it all started by a fifth grade teacher that put a belief in me that I never felt before. Now days we are loosing the touch of what made righter’s so great and artists so unique.

The arts have become too easy to manipulate and have been perverted by others and the media that are just looking to become popular in there fifteen minutes of fame. I am not saying that making a living off what you are good at is a bad thing. What I am saying; is that now it seems that only those who have been giving the chance to piddle through college are giving the chance to shine in this world through the art they have been forced to believe in by teachers with huge egos and godheads.

I am not pissing on the teachers of today I am just saying that the imagination of artists hands have been forced to make and create what they are told to by the public or the media and are left to please not there true individuality in what they are truly able to create with there mind. I have gone to school and have piddled with the classes of the arts and have only found teachers there to be pompous and rude.

They tear apart your beliefs and work if it does not speak to them; I also have had friends and family who have taking courses and had the same spoiled moments. So much so that one individual almost gave up on them selves. Thank God she did not because of her sure will to thrive off the love of her art work she pushed on and has become some one that many people that work with her look up to.

I think that the reason why I am doing this blog is because of the many people who have told me that my work “is not commercial enough to make it” in today’s world. Well that’s just fine with me; because I will thrive off that for the rest off my life. I can only hope that other teachers read this and see that there is a want for some one to let us be us and who we are through our works. We are not all meant to be the next King or Frost or Pollock but we are meant to be us and that’s who we are to be.

I will end with this; “If your heart is not in it and only your wallets then stop before you are ruined”.

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