If you ride the Brooklyn bound A train in Manhattan... Blank stares on the A train I recognize this too completely Express stops to nowhere Where expressions can live freely And the train is packed so there's no room for healing what we're dealing with here. It's called new yorker syndrome. Out of towners are perplexed by The emptiness such a lit city can bring home. Their accents, questions and lack of direction makes our ears ring. They don't understand us . They know that we are free While we fear they'll reprimand us For feeling free enough to agree that A little while back new York fucked up the family tree that brings us all together, and we're Losing hopes due to the note that we might have fucked up forever . We don't mind our own endeavors enough To hide the disdain because It costs us to breathe . We often don't complain because the garners had it worse and Their
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Meet "HER," or "ELLE," or as my mom likes to call her, "Ella". She is a shadow that symbolizes flow through organized chaos. In a word interesting enough to not be too crazy, dark enough to show her light but just the right amount of colorful lightning added, I look at her as my motivation to keep my cool. This is is a four piece installment I painted with acrylic paint on four 9" x 12" canvases, which together form a 18" x 24" installment. It is currently hanging up over my work desk, but prints are definitely available for sale. Click Here to bring "HER" home to you!
The universe has changed itself from core to skies above with a billion ways of sharing our million forms of love. These headlines we present ourselves too often alter egos and these followers are fooled faster than fastest, baldest eagles. "Looking to get booked" they say "Inquiries" they speak of... Then build this must for trust in things that WE know nothing of. Some share all their emotion counts, some can't tell them apart some down to double tapping screens to glance at little hearts. Hate comes from lack of "likes" "likes" go to whats not real Its almost like this social shit runs how we truly feel. So "SCREEN!!!" I scream "oh bloody screen I do not have a clue! I do not know how mIphone is Dictating my to do's! It said that there's a way for me to filter all the signs that transport these illusions from a caption to the mind. I say
Fairy tales written on my rear view mirrors of you. Your description of love seems so far from the truth. It has tarnished me blue though it made bulletproof All the feelings that for you I grew. I drive you off with one sweep You have grown much in touch with your sleep When I try in the night not to weep Its because you played my love for keeps. I will write every night when i soar I won't stop if I'm weak or i'm sore I will not be a bore to these challenges more I have shot for the moon and I've scored. But we need one another's bright lights and despite all the fuss and the fights I can't help but implore on your acts to give more so that Love may one day fly it's kites. - Pea Medina #projectlovebot
Greetings Leos, Lionesses, Kings, Gods and any lion lovers in general. Here meet LeoNightIs, a lion that lived in my brain for some time and eventually made it on this paper. From my head to the lead, it finally came to life after adding a little bit of imagination and acrylic paint. "Leo Nightis" Acrylic Paint on 9"x 11" Canvas By Pea Medina Instagram
Have you every been caught in a whirlwind of situations and worried sick about things beyond your control? If so, I have some advice for you. Just put your fuck it face on and say "Who cares!?" Literally, there's nothing more you can do. This is precisely what I was experiencing during the time I spent painting "Que Importa" which translates into just that - who cares? I'd plug my earbuds in and take walks with my shades on listening to Jay Z and Kanye's "Made In America" song and think of ways to "be on top." Around this time is when I discovered "genius level talent", but that's a totally different textversation. Anyway, this is my depiction of myself walking down the street after being caught up in the bullshit. Remember, what do you say? "Que Importa!?" Click here to purchase this nice chunk of IDGAF!