We often speak of intelligence in narrow terms. We think that only those who are mathematically or scientifically inclined are smart. Psychologists, on the other hand, have come up with nine different types of intelligence. One of those is spatial intelligence which applies to painters, […]
Month: January 2017
Exploration. That is what we promote. Too often, we hibernate inside our homes and miss out on so many great opportunities to explore. Seek out the hidden and mysterious corners of your city. Walk through streets you’ve never been through. Talk to people who are not […]
By Lady Vanessa Cardona & Sara Al Souqi
It was an hour when I was alone.
I pumped up la musica en mi casa and allowed Colombia to rise from the floors of my home.
It was an hour where the call to prayer was made.
I sat on my prayer mat with the secrecy of dawn beneath my heavy lids.
I am often surrounded by white noise.
The clave inside me is soft.
I am told to behave.
Stop being so loud.
It was an hour where even white noise could not stay.
I pressed my forehead against the earth in prostration-
a form of submission mistaken for a threat.
The hour I heard about the shooting-
I heard every other gunshot I’ve heard before outside mi barrio.
Latin America is complex like it’s people.
We do not all make burritos-
some of us make empanadas, tamales, Chocolate con queso. Ahi.
The hour I heard about the shooting-
I held an apology for my face.
Like every bullet he shot carved our names on their chests.
Like the word Muslim was another word for guilt.
The word Muslim simply means I surrender.
And no one- will ever- surrender with a gun in their hands.
So do not say Islam.
They’ve tried to box us, but we are not trapped inside four walls being nothing less than your checkmark, we are the space outside the box.
Some of us are brown, black white indigenous some of us have status, some are straight and some are queer.
It was my puerto rican friends who taught me the language of hip hop.
It was Sahara my Muslim arabic sister who took me as a leaf under her grapevines.
Together stuffed our stories in waraa’ ‘anab.
There are too many western eyes chewing over our mourning-
fetishizing our latina anger while dehumanizing black rage.
Our stories are not disposable, our deaths are not a spectacle.
I am sorry, that I do not wrap my head with modest pride anymore.
I am caught up washing these blood stains that this world keeps telling me I am wearing- this hijab.
I have washed a million times over. and today, the only apology I speak is to everyone who mourns with us.
In the name of Allah,
in the name of God,
in the name of love.
We will not dance alone
we will not mourn alone
we will not allow your poison spread through our throats-
this voice will always be ours.
We will not let you finish our chants
We will not let your gun shots be the only sound
that brings us-
This piece was written in collaboration with Lady Vanessa. You can read more of my poetry on Instagram.
Who is Sade Andria Zabala? There is no simple answer and that is what fascinated me about this poet and writer. She writes with a ferocity that cuts at times but always impacts meaningfully. She imaginatively places words next to each other and somehow digs […]
From the beginning, The Heart and Mind has always stressed the diversity of art. Art is not just paintings in a gallery. It is not just to be admired from afar. Art is life in all of its complexities and intricacies. We want this community to support one another, regardless of discipline or distance between us. We all want the same thing, which is to impact the lives of people with the work that we do. So let us paint, write, sing, rap, shoot, draw until we make this little blue dot a better place to live.
In 1987 when I was 8 years old, I created my very first paintings named “Pooh Bear on a train track with some honey by a window”. Since then, my art has developed through self-education, some formal education, and life experience. I like to take […]
Painting by Zohreh Valiary
Why do you cry
over lost freedom
when the only chains
you’re caught in
are the ones
you locked yourself
Image by Victor Hernandez
I will whisper to you
words of honey
I will make your soul blossom
even when winter falls around us
And I will carry your seeds
in my safest chamber
Image by Dan Hunter
Undo my hair
let me rest
Leave the window
I have been brave
for so very long
I will crumble
just for a little
Image by Katy Mendez
I may not be much for you
to look at
but at least
Image by David Hernández
Give me your pain,
all of your sorrows
Fold them neatly –
hand them over
I have suffered so much
I can take a little more