Day 19. Art as agent of change

Day 19 of 27.

James Baldwin’s quote struck a deep cord in my heart this morning. For as long as I can remember, art and artists have played an integral role in my life. From the day I was born, I was surrounded by writers, painters, poets, musicians, actors, photographers and architects. I would even go as far as to boldly state:  Art is the noblest of causes, and not for the faint of heart. I don’t consider myself an artist by any stretch of the imagination, because I have not served the cause for a long time, yet I still feel most at ease in the presence of artists. There is no more powerful weapon than the reflection of Art back to society. I write Art with a capital A because Art and Artists are deserving of the highest respect and also the most staunch criticisms.  Artists are agents of change, and as James Baldwin so aptly put it; here to disturb the peace.

Peace in most cases is seen as a positive state of mind, being at peace, feeling peaceful, is akin to what many teachings of yoga aspire to instill. Achieving Moksha (liberation-emancipation) from suffering and ignorance is one of the basic principles of yoga study; self realization and self knowledge being the ultimate goal.  I for one have a long way towards liberation, so I continue to search and refine my practice.

Art and Artists in the very same light, are here to liberate, disturb, question, disrupt and uncover and heal a society; It’s not just meant to be pretty to look at. Artists like Baldwin are answering a calling; a Dharma, to become the disruption of our ignorance, our complacency; our plastic bliss. This is a service true artists don’t take lightly. It takes a brave soul, a self realized person to become and live the life of an artist, especially one that reflects upon what may be wrong or untrue about society.

Of course the more controversial and argumentative artists become the more they disturb the peace and cause friction, discussion, and ultimately change. And hate them as we might; they are the ones we remember. It isn’t a matter of taste or ability. Its a matter of dedication to the art form, and its impact. I am often saddened when artists choose to play the game or play it safe and not use their amazing gift as a force of profound change. Disturbing the peace is not easy, but it is the reason most art is created. WE heal through art and artists break open the facades and the masks that society stands behind.

Support artists who you believe bring upon that change in society, in you and in the communities they work in. Because true artists ARE instruments of change, and ultimately peace. And as Steven Pressfield states in his Book War of Art:

“The most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.” 

What artist or artists inspire and move you to create change in your life?

Day. 9 Hearts Break-

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Picture by Robert V. (@3rd.night)

Day 9 of 27.

There is something about poetry and spoken word that can’t be expressed in any other way.  This evening I am performing at a gallery, event opening in Brooklyn, and I’m terrified and excited to perform my work. This piece of writing among others is very personal to me. Over the past two years I’ve been doing some open mic performances, and although I’m no stranger to performance and being on stage, spoken word and poetry is something I never had the courage to perform- until now.

 

This is dedicated to the one I love(d).

 

I’M DONE

No you don’t get to fuck me and say there’s a hundred ways to love me and then disappear.

You don’t get to be “friends” when you don’t trust me and fill me with fear.

You don’t get to share my heart and then then tear it apart.

That’s not art.

 

I’m not a pretty girl but at least I’m smart

I have fire and desire and I know how to play the part.

You don’t get to be in my movie and have a cameo role

I want a leading man not a stand in.

I’m not a hole

 

You can’t fuck me when it pleases you.

I told you I’d be there for you and I needed you.

And what did you do?

You got your hand in my pussy and you thought, I’m all for the taking.

but you’re mistaken.

I’m not making this up.

Your times up.

 

I gave YOU my fire, you gave into MY desire and your face lit up.

That’s what’s up.

But you chose to quash it and wash it away as a casualty of your half assed reality.

Bull shit. I call it and you’re full of it.

 

You’re emotionally bankrupt and you’re asking for a loan?

I know I Look like a charity but this is moral depravity

I guess you missed my clarity when I told you it was all or nothing

Your legal tender is of no value here.

 

But since you don’t understand I’m going to tell you once more….

I can’t be seen with a man without a passion for life.

You wanna stay with your half-baked excuses and look for constant muses?

 

When you know there can only be ONE.

And I’m done…

 

Check out more and maybe see a live performance tonight Friday March 9th on Facebook live or Instagram

Visit Image Gallery in Brooklyn. (@imagegallery)

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Live performance Clip !

Art and Hustle – Poetry by Eleana S Kouneli 3 – YouTube

 

 

 

The 27 Day Challenge

Dear Readers… today begins my 27 day challenge (March 1st 2018) to mark my 40th birthday. I will be posting one picture and one story every day of this month until March 27th (my actual birthday). Join me on this journey of travels, experiences, and images. This is a project I’ve been meaning to share with a lot of you and this is  the best time to start. I hope you enjoy the perspectives, the insight and the stories behind the images I will be posting. Walk with me through this 27 day journey and I hope at the end we will have a stronger bond.

 

Day 1. — March 1st 2018

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Picture by Robert V. (Instagram @3rd.night

Coney Island, New York.  It was a cold rainy day but something compelled me to go, and shoot pictures with an amazing photographer and new friend, who shared my vision of the story I want to tell. Photography has always been part of my life ever since I was a teenager. I left it for a while and now I am re- connecting with this art form I have immense respect for. This image and story, is about where I’m going; what I’m willing to shed and let go of; and what weighs me down from the past. You see, I always used to look back because I needed approval, I used to look behind me to see if I was moving in the right path, but now that is no more.

We make choices, we make mistakes, we make a pact with ourselves about the kind of life we wish to lead. That path may not be straightforward or easy but it is out path to walk. At the start of this new trip around the sun, I realize I am holding on to heavy, unnecessary baggage that no longer serves my purpose or the journey I wish to take. Join me, walk with me, but not behind me, because I will not look back.

Here. we. go. 

 

 

 

L.O.V.E – 10 things

This is a flash posting for all you lovers out there. It’s Feb 14th and for whatever reason this constructed holiday brings a lot of people to a depressed state, but not me. I have found that it reaffirms my belief in the things, the people, and the places I love. It shows me that whatever brings me joy,  also strengthens the love I have to share with others. I don’t need a red rose or a chocolate heart to tell me that,  and certainly not one single day. So here is my list of 10 things I absolutely love… What is love for you?

 

  • Travel– I love traveling. It makes my heart feel full, my mind expand and my horizons broaden. Whenever I get to travel and see old and new places it makes me happy, content, complete and reunited with those I love around the globe.
  • Sunsets– Yes the Romantic in me loves them, and every chance I get to see one it makes me smile, take in the beauty of this world and reconnect with nature
  • Daybreak– Even better than sunsets are the first hours of each day. I love the colours of the sun rise; the possibility and joy they bring to each day and when those colors are bursting out of the sky,  it’s immaculate and beguiling as anything else I can possibly think of.
  • Friends-  Yes I love them more than life itself. They bring me joy, they comfort me in sorrow, they keep me grounded, they love me as I am, and in no other way. They give me love when I need it the most, and they share the best and the worst. They lend a hand when I feel lost, they laugh at me when I’m silly and stupid, and cry with me with I feel like shit. Friendship is as sacred as all the gold in the world and I would not trade it for anything.
  • Family– my mother and father. They are the backbone and the anchor of my existence. They let me fly and grab my hand when I fly too close to the sun ( Ikaros beware!) I have learned patience, humility, perseverance and gratitude and I’ve also learned from their mistakes. They are not perfect and no one is, but they let me see their imperfections and for that I love them more.
  • Springtime in any part of the world- In the depth of winter when were all depressed and needing more sun, spring brings such joy at the end of a harsh winter season… flowers, aromas and colors come to life. No wonder the ancient Greeks dedicated the myth of Persephone and her return to her mother Demetra upon being abducted by Hades the god of the underworld.
  • Cooking– I grew up in a household where food was a conversation starter, a party focus and the star of a family gathering. Cooking has become the connective tissue between my time here in New York, my traveling around the world and my home in Greece. Food speaks, it connects, it builds relationships and cooking for others is my greatest joy.
  • Reading- A good book, poetry, an article that will enrich my knowledge a letter from a friend. (that last one is probably my most favorite)
  • Music- I’ve made music lists in the past but there is always a song, a melody a verse in my head. I wake up to music, I fall asleep to it, I drive with music, I cook with music, I write with music. Music is my mistress, my companion and my friend.
  • ART.  I kept this for last… because its a multi part last item on my list. Art with a capital A and all that, that entails. I grew up as a dancer so movement and dance is my biggest love, but visual, performing, architecture, film, writing, and anything that can be placed under this category is one of my biggest loves. In this last category I will include some of my favorite artists who inspire me and make me want to be a better artist.
  • Ohad Naharin— One of my favorite choreographers of all time
  • Edgar Degas– Yes the one the only. His paintings and sculptures of dancers were my constant inspiration as a young dancer.
  • Kiki Dimoula– Greek poet. Her work is haunting, loving, laconic, and deeper than any other poet of her generation.
  • Zaha Hadid– Architect and an incredible artist. She constantly broke all boundaries in art and design.
  • Marina Abramović – she is an incredible performance artist who time and time again has challenged her audiences, the status quo and the performing arts world.
  • Os Gemeos– Brazilian street artists who have painted murals all over the world. Incredible talent and beauty!
  • Ino- Is a Greek street artist who has become renowned all over the world. His art is haunting, inspired, classical, modern and everything in between. Check him out!

What of L.O.V.E?  Love is everywhere, unbound, immeasurable and abundant. It’s not just in a card or a bouquet of flowers, but in everything that we choose to do. It is our navigating system, our driving force our medicine, our pain, our connection to every other person on this planet. For what are we without Love?

Happy love days everyone. 

 

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Those Eyes

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Photo Credit : M. Kourouniotis

In those eyes you place your life…

Those pretty little lies are the demise of all the beauty you are trying to create
yet you use them as bait.
what a tragedy.
You put your self in a state of depravity
You look into my eyes and tell me you are numb to the waves of emotion I create with my gaze.
You’re in a daze, I rock your world and you can’t keep your balance
so you fall short and answer with retorts
How simple we are at the realization of big truths.
I move and the oceans collide and cause stars to shine
My mind is divine and my eyes your life line…
I lay by your side and hear you breathe.
I let my thoughts wander to the lifetimes its taken for us to meet
and then you retreat to your safety
what a pity.
You…. so afraid of the fire that your desire built, so you throw water to the flames
but the embers burn and burn
And you will soon learn that my fire can cleanse all wounds mine and yours
but no more.
You are no longer welcome in my sphere.
what a shame.
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Photo Credit: A. Joseph

For more information about the artists/photographers featured check out:

https://www.marioskourouniotis.com/

https://www.albertusjoseph.com/

Dry Martini with the Dirty on the Side

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I love the Enigma of you…

The lusciousness you make me feel inside is oh so new

I see your gaze tracing my lines but you’re so fine it’s against the law

How did I find you? Did I design you to my measurements?

You’re a perfect fit

Holy Shit…. this is for real

All other deals are broken

This is yet unspoken, but I think I’m falling for you.

It’s my truth I know it’s scary

but on the contrary for me it’s divine to think that you could be mine…

Tonight and every night till the end of time.

Damn….

I didn’t see this coming this humming in my heart like a moan after climax

I’m trembling at your touch… is this too much?

Too much or not enough of this desire to inspire and please you

as I know you do too.

I’m you and you’re me…

This is uncanny

This litany of pleasure and pain all together again.

My tongue intertwined with yours our bodies pulsating and making waves across the

universe.

My god you’re good.

I never saw this coming

You are the prize my surprise my gift and the demise of all others before you.

I adore you.

Damn…

This is a doozy.

One of those rock and a hard place kind of moments

And every time I get to kiss you I miss you more.

Cause I’m thinking about the times that you weren’t there,

when I was kissing someone that wasn’t you.

Damn…

I know this is a big one

You are The one…

I’ve been looking for

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Live Performance of this poem On May 11th 2018– Image Gallery, NYC Brooklyn

I’m no Angel

Are you a wordsmith?
Or a locksmith to my heart?
Are you the architect of my dreams?
Do I open the door to my inner sanctum and let you enter with just a kiss on the cheek?
I am weak… My knees buckle as I chuckle at your crooked smile.
I didn’t see this coming by a mile… damn you winded me without warming.
And now I’m yearning for your touch… your voice.
You leave me no choice.
That thunder in your chest that smoothness in your S it curves around my body like a
ssssnake.
Can you relate?
You are attracting and distracting me.
I cannot focus on your gaze too long you mesmerize me and I melt ever so sweetly
between your lips.
You say my name and I shudder. You hold my name in your mouth and fold your tongue
over me like a caramel and I..
swell with orgasmic flow.
I can’t let go of your story, your past glory , your heavenly body, your mind.
You’re one of a kind, a diamond in the rough, so tough and yet so…not…what I thought.
I wanna hold your heart in my hands and feel it beating.
Is this all fleeting?
This ain’t right… I’m no angel…. I let you in to my world.
I’m still a girl who finds a boy attractive despite his status.
Damn you’re fine.
How does god decide?
You’re a fine specimen..and she knew it.
Damn I blew it… I said too much
I know this is badness and goodness together intertwined.
Like your hands around my thighs, as you enter my mind.
Damn you’re fine.
I gotta chill for a minute and wrap my mind around that line….
along your chest, and how it feels around my finger tips.
And my lips locking in your flavor and every morsel of your smile.
Damn you’re fine…..
I need a glass of wine to unwind
cause I’m, getting all twisted in this rhyme.
You are divine.
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fire…

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I wanted to light you on fire, ignite your desire for life.

Cause what’s the use of living if you’re only surviving and not thriving.

I try for you cause you are a blaze waiting to happen.

Its not a wild guess I confess I see it in your eyes, you need to be lit… up.

So I step up.

I create emotions and minor explosions in your mind.

You say you don’t feel a thing but you haven’t put your hand in the fire for a long time.

Give it a try see where it leads you.

Play with the spark, don’t rest in the embers of your previous passions

Let it happen.

Here, Now.

Enter the cypher don’t be afraid of the flame, you can’t make a mistake even if you try and fail, try again and again.

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Make You Over Part 2

I’m not doing this for you.

Look at me.

I don’t want to prop you up and wake you up to your divine self.

You don’t need admiration or attention.

You don’t need to know “you’re handsome” all the time.

You know you’re fine. And sublime.

I love your imperfections and inflections and the way you carry your chest.

Let me confess…

The body is a vehicle for your soul so if you like soulless hoes then you gotta go far…. away from me cause I see what beauty lies beneath your crooked teeth and perfect ass.

Step aside don’t ride with me unless you’re the ride or die guy for me.

I don’t think you’re man cause you fucked 3 in one night. That’s not your might or your delight.

I love your mind. You make my brain tingle, and then I realize the prize of life is in your eyes.

I dive inside your mind and find myself naked to those emotions I guard in my heart shaped metal box.

I Let go of the hate and anger that I so staunchly support to thwart any really deep feelings form growing in my heart.

I fall apart. cause it’s too real for me. What a shame I don’t do myself one better.

And let you come in to my life…become my man my mentor my muse.

Yet I self abuse. I’m such a coward with my life.

I get run over again and again and for what, so I can suck another dick? And then?

It doesn’t seduce me , include me or soothe me…

I let others take over and walk all over me.

You’re over me.

Yeah Right.

No one else fits like me and you know it….

Good night.

Throw Back… In Time

Throw back to a girl in the sand with a tan and a gorgeous man next to her.

 

Throw back to a teen just coming clean with her hormones and not realizing how crazy she was for that boy.

 

Throw back to a little girl of 5-7 with hair in a bun in a ballet class that keeps her away from the birds of prey in her family.

 

Throw back to your womb mother dearest where all was protected and not affected by the outside world.

 

Throw back to that star that shines above my window as I think of you and your lips so soft on mine. And your sublime embrace that just made me feel at home away from home….

Flashback to that night that you parted my lips and intertwined your tongue with mine… so divine

Like red wine strong and delicate you nibble at my neck…

Then check your self…

Am I dreaming?

 

Your hands on my hips as I open myself to your manhood….divine

And you whisper…your mine now and thrust deep into my soul.

 

Throw back…. to last night.

When you got up and left only to leave an imprint on my heart.

God how do I start this damn heart again it’s defective and all broken in pieces.

 

How does it work again, how can I love again, how does it rise up from its infinite pain.

 

And I think again…. throw back to your closed eyes as you sleep next to me and I know that one day you will find me.

 

Throw back to a woman with her toes buried in the sand next to the sea and the land that she loves with a love so mighty no one can tear it from her gripping hands.

 

Flashback to my hands touching your face as I give in to your embrace and the sound of your heart beating next to mine.