My Words

Understanding the World through words


I’m a teacher,
I’ve always felt like one.

I enjoy helping others;

Assisting discovery,
brings me pleasure and
insurmountable joy.

When I first walked into
my new classroom,
the smell of creativity
permeated the air.

I got a dose of it.
It went straight into
my lungs, it

spoke majestical
thoughts to
my brain,

and exploded at
the tip of every
follicle of hair.

It jettisoned me back
to my early days
at the Art Institute,
Somehow I knew
I’d walked into right place…

And, ever-since I met
my new students,
It’s been that way—
“creativity galore.”

I only wish I had a
blackboard instead
of two white ones…

There’s something
about a blackboard
and chalk drawings
that screams—
old school,

“Second Rate Turner”, An Ode To Oscar Wilde

Thinking on Oscar Wilde

My Words


Dialog with my undergrad adviser at the Art Institute a few years ago:

Me: I’m thinking of applying to graduate school.

Prof: Save your money and buy a lot of art supplies.

Me: Actually, I’m thinking about getting my graduate degree in philosophy. Shocked, and after a few seconds of silence.

Prof: Isn’t there enough philosophy in painting?

Me: Yes, but I’m really intrigued by the deeper meaning of art, life and words. When I open up an art book or magazine, the images come alive with the words. I ultimately feel that art is naked without words…

Prof: Art speaks for itself, at least good art does. Good art doesn’t need words.

Me: Not according to Oscar Wilde. When speaking to someone who casually observed how lovely a certain English sunset was. Remarked, that it was only, “a second rate Turner.” With one stroke of his pen, his wit…

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The Wolf Sees:

A red faced moon
hiding behind a
misty blue vail.

Then the moon

Running towards the vision
that can’t be found,
the wolf says,

I searched for you,
but the clouds
covered your heavenly

I’m left
speechless until
I see you
once more.