I was in the artist's closet for too many years because I naively believed genius expression and artistic talent were gifts only lucky people had access to. It wasn’t until I read some great books such as “The Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron and "The Power of the Other Hand" by Lucia Capacchione that I was able to give myself some breathing room. I came to realize that we are all endowed with great creativity and the ability to channel it in our own unique way. Here’s a bit of what I’ve been up to since I put the critic to bed!
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PAINTINGS & ILLUSTRATIONS
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ORIGINAL MUSIC
Below are some albums, singles and music videos I released between 2014-2016. These were the result of playing ball with my dreams. I had a burning creative desire, I imagined it and everyone and everything that I needed to make this musical dream come true came forth to assist. *Available on Spotify and the usual platforms for digital streaming.
Latest Single 'Future Us' Unplugged
Music from my SpaceRock Band "Love Machine" 1997-1998
Dreamsleuth 2015 : my go at some Persian EDM (if you can make this better/produce, hit me up!)
POETRY & STORIES
When the mood strikes, I enjoy writing. Generally, I write poetry in the form of lyrics, but occasionally something else comes through. I enjoy writing short and sweet anythings. I also love writing inspirational stories as well as the occasional rave and rant!
Here’s a short list of some pieces including some metaphysical poetry, a comedic radio commentary from my days on air, a Douglas Adam’s inspired short story about an odd eccentric man from the future, some ramblings, cosmic explorations and a quirky reflection from my childhood.
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MERCABA ORIGAMI
Portal Hopping
Dimensional shifting
Space time Traveling
Psychological origami
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A final fold completes the swan
Flying inwards
Soaring out
A mountain folds in on itself at my heels
It’s an Avalanche!
The swan is no more
Undone by my other self
From another plane of existence
Oh Psyche!
I felt alone before- disconnected
Now I feel at one with the weave
A wonderful thread that tugs my own end
The whole of All That Is
Vibrates, Shimmers, Responds
Ripples on a pond
Simultaneously
Two butterflies collide
A hummingbird flies off course
And so it goes
Probabilities spin
Inwards and outwards
Along eternal vectors
In directions beyond perception
Fractal Explosion
Above and Below
Surfing waves of Potential
Vast and infinite moment points
Crystallize before my eyes
And I drop in once more
Through a fold, now a door
Opening, Closing
Frequency shifting
Birthed creating
Death is graduating
Ever transitioning
Becoming, expanding.
I experience, I witness, I am.
PHOSPHORESCENCE
My childhood room was blue. Sky blue really. Blue drapes, blue carpet, blue sheets, white walls. I thought there were sharks swimming in the murky blue at night. I used to quickly wipe my boogers in the carpet before the sharks could get my finger.
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One night, I came home from our local roller skating rink and placed my glow stick on top of the lamp. I fell asleep. When I awoke in the night it seemed all the world’s stars were in my room! I was awed. The glow stick burst from the heat of the bulb. What magic! I was on a pontoon in the middle of a blue sea surrounded by stars and phosphorescence.
NIGHT & DAY
I’m amazing like the desert at night, your eyes simply need to adjust.
Me- I’m like a silhouette dancing in the moonlight at dusk.
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You- you sparkle like the sun,
like light filtering through fairy garden canopies
reflecting off of early morning dew drops.
You’re a sun kissed splash of color who accents this dreary world
with indigenous divinity and bubbling insights.
WE BE THE BUBBLE PEOPLE
The color orange seems red,
the same way your mood shifts.
Like shapes in the clouds-
faces that change depending on perspective, attitude, and vision.
I sense a division.
Shapeshifters scare me,
mood shifters tear at me.
In the end do I even care?
Cause jerks come and go, but the sky’s always there.
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Mood shiftin cloudy people are blips on my radar.
You give us shade, but mostly you rain on our parade.
Cause thats what we do-
We parade through the alleys of life
bringin beauty, joy, sun and laughter-
grooves and tunes and happy ever afters.
So screw you scrooge and your bad attitude.
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We’re in the rainbow parade-
we slide off your face and bring beauty to our race,
and create bubbles of laughter wherever we go!
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We be the bubble people.
You see yourself in us-
you see your true colors.
Our clarity makes your masquerade tear at the seams.
And then we go pop- like grace personified we leave no trace.
Just a feelin, a memory, an inklin of another way-
to journey
to feel
to share
and be true to the grace we all once knew.
TWIN FLAME ALCHEMY
I knew you were there all along
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I felt you warm me
like sun upon my skin
I saw you clearly
coalesce and sparkle like morning dew
It wasn’t until you entered my heart and mind
And showed me a world beyond senses
That I came to know love
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Twin flame alchemy
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It’s never been like this before
I kissed your wrinkled eyes and felt your vision
I kissed your mind and saw our dreams
I kissed your heart and felt
We Are One.
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You are me and I am you
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Two sides of the same golden coin
Two facets of streaming geometry
Converging once again
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The same current from the vast Ocean
Experiencing ourselves
Through unique perspectives
Reuniting
At the confluence of souls
INTRODUCING VAGGIE MACKERELLI: INVENTOR OF THE THOUGHT SAVING COMPENDIUM
I was always a little different you know. I mean I always knew that about myself and accepted my idiosyncrasies as signs of genius and great purpose. The way I clean myself from left to right, in tiny squares traversing my body parts at right angles. Never diagonals my dear Tathagoreus. The way I scratch my scalp searching for patches of dandruff like a termite tickling the pipe wood of farmer Cartwrights grand organ….
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When I saw her in the back of farmer Cartwrights truck on the way to salvage I just had to have her. What was she destined for if I didn’t intervene? To such impractical questions I will never know. But to the practical considerations that some may unintentionally engage with, I am more than thrilled to contemplate on their behest- saving them time and above all, life giving energy so they may travel forth in the passion of their lives feeling at ease, unencumbared by inessential thoughts and actions.
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Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Vaggie Mackerelli and I am this world’s leading social thought saving scientist. All observations and findings as of the 22nd century are listed in Vaggie’s Century Thought Saving Compendium. (TM)
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Specifically, my duty is to facilitate the mental journey all fellow travelers on the planet embark upon in finding their own purpose, living their joy and achieving their personal success milestones.
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Before the Compendium was digitized and fully searchable I admit the energy saving trade off between searching and saving ones thoughts and energy units was marginally economical. But now I am most thrilled to say one may simply cross search by keyword and all related topics auto populate.
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For example if you are a die hard fan of dried plums and traveling you might query with the keywords prunes and travel and so you would find the following entry:
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Economy airline travel and contra-indicated foods.
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Prunes, delicious and nutritious, (essentially better tasting gigantic raisins) are lovely light weight practical finger foods for the hungry traveller.
Unfortunately, prune binging is most definitely contra-indicated most notably in economy airline travel. The gases created, while completely void of any offensive smell, run rampant in their expansion making sleep on red eye flights nearly impossible. *Vaggie Mackerelli tested and certified.
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I remember the experiment all too well. For the purpose of creating a controlled experiment I booked a round trip red eye flight from San Tiego to New Tork using my miles, binged on some 14 prunes (with pleasure I might add) and was as suspected, kept awake with cramping gas pains. Passing gas in economy at regular intervals in an upright position is simply a chore requiring extensive abdominal core work. If core work is your goal then please note this is the exception to the rule. Energy units saved breakdown: 2 dozen thoughts, 9 minutes contemplation, 12 minutes shopping, 6 minutes binging, 3 hours of abdominal distension and flatulence. TEUS (Total Energy Units Saved: 5)
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This time tested, Vaggie certified energy saver is just one of 7568.
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As you can imagine I’m incredibly busy with the compendium especially since I am currently a one man shop. Of course that will change any day now that the digitization is complete. This coupled with the recommended affirmations ensures increased readership and engagement.
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I do lament for my fellow beings who have not as of yet discovered the compendium. Imagine the energy units they might save if they only knew.
HALLOWEEN
My friend asked me what I was going to be for Halloween the other day… and to her dismay I told her I was going to sit this year out. Her face crinkled up “...but Halloween is like- the best holiday of the year! You can’t not dress up!” My inner child hopped at the thought "I guess I could throw something together”… when at that moment I was overwhelmed by nostalgia. With the exception of recent years, that’s how my family used to celebrate Halloween. We’d throw something together last minute, dig through the closets until we found the same costumes stuffed in a distant corner, then run off to the store hoping to score a couple pumpkins to get back just in time to drape some faux webs across the porch. To say I was deprived wouldn't be fair, I think my Indian parents did the best they could in a country where... all kinds of people celebrate all kinds of things.
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Mom and Dad each came with their own set of traditions and holidays that we celebrated. And of course as Americans we participated in national festivities. Since my parents weren’t particularly religious, most festivities didn’t really take a whole lot of prep time. For Christmas we’d decorate a plastic tree and gift exchange, Easter we’d hide eggs and on Diwali, the Indian festival of Lights- we did...something. The festival Raksha Bandan was my fav cause in exchange for tying a pretty little string around my brother’s wrist… he’d give me 20 bucks! Of course, the deeper meanings behind these rituals alluded me and in our attempt to do everything- everything we did was half-assed. Ironically, it was during Halloween we could see ourselves most clearly.
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I remember a year when my kid brother and I attempted to raise the bar of mediocrity. Til then, I had been a witch every year without exception and honestly I can't remember what my brother ever was before this night. So since mom and dad were freshly divorced, and we were with Dad for the day, it fell to him to pick up costumes for us. We were kids, raising the bar for us generally translated to asking one of our parents for something.
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On the eve of, Dad brought home our new costume and accessory. I say the former in the singular because I didn’t actually get a new costume, instead I got a set of teeth. I looked at my Dad like a confused puppy while he subtly introduced me to the concept of being thrifty…”I thought you could be a vampire this year… Countess Dracula perhaps?” In my self absorbed misery, I didn’t stick around to see what revolutionary costume my Dad picked out for my brother. Instead I ran to my room and began dressing in a frenzy. Applying makeup, I made plans for Next Year's figurative makeup when next October I would Rise Up and bring something completely Unexpected to the residents of Lake Park Drive!
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Walking down the hall I passed my brother's room and out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of something. What is this? What are we looking at here? I stop dead in my tracks. I still remember seeing his crumpled little face as he looked up at me wincing. He was wearing what looked like a big rectangular foam sac- his scrawny legs peeping out the bottom …and on the front of the sac was a moon.
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That night we only hit a dozen houses- my brother got depressed showing up at house after house being asked the same question…’and what in the underworld are you lil fella?’ I'm not sure if the build up was for suspense or more of a silent pause of shame. Whispering like a feign in the night he sighed. "I'm a pillow, a pillow with a moon and a cap."
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Afterwards, we vowed to take matters into our own hands. There was a familial sigh of relief when we kids began spearheading our family functions. And we did, the next year we spared no expense and went to town! Now when I think back on those days, I giggle. That costume of my brother's was really cool and my dad had really cool taste. That foam sac is like the gift that keeps giving even though my sweet Pa is no longer here. Dad you're presence is felt through your ideas and the memories that live on through us! <shout out to Carl from The Walking Dead>