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Month: January 2017

Intelligence by Mindful Release

Intelligence by Mindful Release

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, […]

Exploration by Tamás Csevákli

Exploration by Tamás Csevákli

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 […]

On The Orlando Shooting

On The Orlando Shooting


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
our prayers
our songs.
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.
Sade Andria “Phoenix” Zabala: The Interview

Sade Andria “Phoenix” Zabala: The Interview

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 […]



Is graffiti art? You can walk through any city around the world and encounter it all the time. On buildings, trains, bridges, etc. The fact that we even have to ask this question demonstrates the controversy. Some hate it, others love it, but at the […]

The Art of Words by Novita Wijaya

The Art of Words by Novita Wijaya

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.

Novita Wijaya

Anthropomorphism by Jared Robinson

Anthropomorphism by Jared Robinson

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 […]

Somber Brilliance by Dominik Koppen

Somber Brilliance by Dominik Koppen

We walk out of our homes each day without much thought about our well-being (at least in the West). We get into our cars and expect that we will reach our destination safely. We cross the street without much thought about what could happen if […]

Poems of Introspection by Frances Ivy

Poems of Introspection by Frances Ivy

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

Frances Ivy

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

Frances Ivy

Image by Dan Hunter

Undo my hair


let me rest

Leave the window



Then go

I have been brave

for so very long

but now

I will crumble

just for a little


Frances Ivy

Image by Katy Mendez

I may not be much for you

to look at

but at least

I’m pretty


Frances Ivy

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

Frances Ivy

Frances Ivy
Stockholm, SWEDEN

Note: featured painting by Zohreh Valiary

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