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Perspectives With Jasmine
Welcome to Perspectives With Me. Here i want to showcase the Reality that most of us Live in. Each Individual has a story. We must Understand that we are all Human trying to make way in this World. No matter Background, Each Perspective has Meaning.
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Elite (C)
It all happened so fast. The lights, the celebrities, the parties. It seemed like a scene out a film. All of it seeming so surreal, at times I had to pinch myself to prove that I wasn’t dreaming. I had become the object of attention. Flying from country to country, Appearing on talk shows and T.V. shows alike, and being put on the cover of Vogue. It was just intoxicating. I was what girls aspired to be. I was the talk of the time. Every step I took, every breathe I had to take, was now being seen by the entire world. I had now become a part of the select few who would no longer live the average life. I had become a celebrity, an icon, a new member of the Elite.
I fell for a man of equal status. The son of a wealthy businessman, he had followed in his father’s footsteps, owning businesses far and wide, ranging from Hotel Chains, Apparel lines, and Music Labels. Starting off at the age of 15, he began to invest in local artists in his neighborhood, and thanks to his father, in time, grew to be some of the top charting artists of our era. He then began owning businesses internationally, managing to build his net worth to $20 million by the age of 24. This same man, was the same person who was so embarrassed to ask me to dinner, he had to send a waiter to ask for him. But once we had got to talking, I had realized that this man would steal my heart, and in time, he did. He had understood me completely, and I to him. We grew together in the madness and insanity of this fast paced world and industry.
Now, 2 years later, just arriving from fashion week in Paris, I pull up to his condo in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Before I get out, I admire the rainfall in the city. The way it slides down the glass window, joining the rest of the earth. A true representation of how no matter how much we build and create in this world, the earth will always show its dominance. “Everything alright, Ms. Lockwood?” I look at the driver as he stares back through the rearview mirror. “I’m doing just fine, thank you for asking”, I say as I open the door. Right when I step outside, I’m bombarded with paparazzi. Flashing lights and photographers huddling around me, their questions seeming like the buzzing sound a swarm of bees make around their hive. The doorman of the building quickly paces towards me with an umbrella and rushes me inside. The photographers surround the door, taking picture after picture. “They’re like maggots in a trash can”, the doorman says as he wipes the water off his coat. I couldn’t stop myself from releasing a small laugh. I go up to him and give him a $20 tip. “It’s the price of fame. It’s the contract we signed with the devil when we entered this world”, I take a quick glance around, “Is Drake here?” He laughs as he puts the bill into his coat pocket, “Yes, Mr. Remy is here. He got in earlier today”. “Thank you Carter, I sincerely appreciate it”, I say as I walk towards the elevator door. “My pleasure Ms. Lockwood, All in a day’s work, as they say”, he says as he takes his position back at the door. I look at him and smile before I enter the elevator. I click the button to the 45th floor. I try to straighten myself while I wait. The elevator door opens up and I step into his luxurious apartment. The aroma of lavender fills the air. I walk up to the main window overlooking the city and stare at the skyline being covered by rainfall. Clouds cover the sky, leaving the sun nowhere in sight. I can hear his voice drift through one of the rooms. He’s on a business call. I can always tell by the half forced laughs and emasculated tones. Being pushed into this world I grew to understand the language of men with money. I lay my coat on one of the loveseats, and step over to a mirror placed in the middle of his living room. I take a look at my face and try to salvage any damage made by the rain. “A beauty that launched a thousand ships” I turn around to see him staring right at me from a corner of one of the rooms. I let out a small laugh, “I’m hardly anything close to the fairness of Helen of Troy”. His face gives a little smirk. We both pause and stay in place. We stand still in complete silence, only allowing our eyes to speak for us. He then walks over and brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear, “To think, a woman of such allure and stature stands before me with equal admiration, it’s hard to believe at times”. I scoff at him, “You’d think after 2 years you would start accepting the fact”. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls my body closer to his, “That’s what love can do to a man, creating a type of madness in his mind, fearing that what he’s experiencing could only be that of a dream, having him doubt reality” He then takes my face into his hand, “I love you Camille” he says as he pulls our lips together.
As I zip my dress back on and put myself back together again, I step go into his living room, only to see him standing in front of the window, waiting for me to be done. His eyes completely fixated on the city. I walk up and stand there with him, staring at the city as well. “It’s so interesting at how much promise is out there, how many opportunities lay before us”, he says, his eyes still glaring towards the skyline. I think for a second and smile, “It’s really beautiful isn’t it? How much every individual is capable of and how much they can achieve”. He turns and looks at me with confusion, making me look at him in the same manner, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, how does the people have anything to do with this?” he says with confusion all over his face. I sit there and question my statement for a second but then shortly respond, “Well I was assuming you meant the opportunities that each and every individual has in this world.” He looks at me bewilderment and laughs afterwards, “That’s not what I meant at all. The people don’t matter, they’re just puppets and pawns awaiting our next move.” I take a step back as I take moment to understand what he said. “What do you mean by Our next move? Who are you referring too?” He takes a step towards me and tries to grab my arm, “I mean us. The people who have the ability to make change. The few individuals who have influence and power over what people think and say. What they buy, what they do, and how they do it is all influenced by us. We’re the ones who get to decide how they live their lives.” I move away before he can touch me. I stand still in disbelief at what he had just said. He senses my shock and grabs me, pulls me over to his couch and sits me down. “Camille, you can’t pretend that this hasn’t crossed your mind before. You yourself is a living example of this. Everything you do and say is all monitored by the entire world. You can dictate if people should wear yellow or blue. You have the power to influence millions. People want to be you. They want to follow your example. You cannot sit there and tell me that the mere thought has not crossed your mind”. I sit there and take a moment to process everything he’s saying. I have thought about it. Multiple times. Sometimes it overwhelms at how much responsibility I have and how much I have to live up too. There are nights I sit in fear at what I might do and how it may affect all of those who watch me with complete admiration and devotion. I look to him and see his eyes pouring into mine. I stand up and walk towards the window, staring towards the landscape of the city. Sitting there in silence, his eyes still on me, I turn around with my arms crossed together, “You’re right, I have thought about it. Many times.” He smiles wide, stands up, and paces towards me but I hold a hand out keeping him in his place, “What I don’t grasp is how you view the people who we have influence over. How you can view them as puppets and pawns. Does their existence only serve one purpose? Are we not the same flesh and bone as they are?” He looks at me with the same confusion as he did before and stares at me blankly, “Do you honestly think that we are the same as the people below us? People like Carter who remain in their mundane lives, forever in their same routine? Camille, we’re nothing like them. Yes we are of same flesh and bone but we are not like them in any way. We create the world around us.” I stand there in silence, just looking at him as he goes on, “For instance, I just got off the phone with one of the managers of my apparel line. We’re going to start a new trend where people start using the phrase ‘grippin’. We’re going to put it on T- shirts, Hats, even Jewelry. I’ve even started conversations with artists who said they’ll feature the phrase in their songs. All of that because I wanted too. Don’t you understand how powerful that is?” He starts to laugh with this new look in his eye. A look I’ve never seen before. I still stand in silence as he starts to calm down. He realizes my reserved composure, takes my face into his hand and motions my eyes into his, “Camille, I want you to know of what I, or should I say, what We are capable of. I want you by my side throughout all of this. I’ve even considered going into politics in the near future, and if I do, I want you, my Beautiful Penelope, to be there right by my side.” Before he can go on, a phone starts to ring, he reaches into his pocket and realizes who’s calling, “Camille, I have to take this, it’s a very important business call, but I want you to know that I love you. I need you to trust me, there’s nowhere but up for us.” He grabs me in his arms, looks at me with his eyes, and kisses me on the forehead. He then walks away into one of the rooms.
I have always feared of what man is capable of. Seeing the history of our humanity and what we have been able to do with just a simple idea and the power to do it. I’ve even questioned my own power and have been afraid of what I may do with it. I stare out towards the skyline and watch the rain cover everything, gloom covering the sky. I can hear the beginnings of thunder in the distance. I hear him laugh in one of the rooms and slowly walk towards the doorway of the room he’s in. I stand by the corner and just watch him as he carries on with his business. This man is capable of change. He has the will and power to do it. I saw the look in his eye when he told me. I could see the person he would become. Yet, why was I scared? This man who had stole my heart. Who had allowed me to feel safe and warm. I kept staring at him thinking at what potential truly he was capable of. At what he may do, and how it might affect the rest of the world, for better or for worse.
Circa 2015.
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Jasmine’s journal entry: 1/3/19
Post-Op from reassignment surgery
So here I am, I keep thinking to myself, I’ve finally accomplished what I’ve been dreaming of since I began my transition in 2013. When I first realized I was trans, I had already known sexual reassignment surgery was something I had to complete in order for me to feel fully satisfied, and I’m finally at the point where I can be comfortable within my own body and express myself without feeling shameful or invalid. It’s a very odd experience to be honest, it’s completely night and day. One moment there’s a piece of my body that had been attached to me and although I was so shamed by it, it was all I’ve ever known. Now there’s a whole different part attached to my body as if it had been there the entire time.
After the surgery, I had noticed a huge wave of people from various backgrounds with a long list of questions, but I noticed the biggest question of them all, primarily from my own family in particularly was, do I regret having the surgery now that I’ve fully gone through with it. In complete fairness, I understood why they would have that concern. We live in a society where we idolize photoshopped beauty queens and consistently shame our own beauty. There are many women in the world, cis-gender and trans-gender, who think plastic surgery will be the answer to their prayers. By altering their body physically, they feel it will bring in a emotional and mental manifestation of happiness into their lives, only to realize afterwards that the only thing that will make them happy is by accepting who they are as they are. Time and time again, I had to reassure everyone that I am very satisfied with my decision. I knew who I was before the surgery and now that I’ve had it, I’m still the same person but with just a few physical updates.
After surviving the first two weeks of recovery, and day by day slowly healing from the ordeal, the same sentence keeps coming back to me; So here I am. I’m finally the woman I’ve wanted to be, and I have the vagina to prove it. But now that I am this newfound woman, I can’t help but over-analyze & consistently trying to envision this person that I’ve somehow become. It’s like a Phoenix, who had just been burned to ashes within their own flames only to rise again and be reborn. It all sounds beautiful when it comes to the whimsical and fascinating world of mythology, but in terms of reality, it’s not as easy as it may seem. I am at a new chapter of my life and I can finally say I’m comfortable with myself, but I can’t help but feel this itch of something more, I just don’t know what that looks like, which is the main source of my frustration. The silver lining in this has been the pure solitude I’ve been experiencing and the discoveries I keep making about myself day by day. I’m not entirely sure what the future holds, but I know that I’m more excited for the person I will become & the woman I am going to be.
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@stuzoclothing for giving me their #shebad dad cap😍👌🏿 Working for them has been one the best experiences for me. They are more than just a job, they are Family💛🌻 (P.S. this is one of the first photos on IG I’ve ever posted without make up💁🏿♀️) #womanup #loveyourtruth #cocobutter #stuzosquad #stuzoclothing #boxeater #blackaf (at Los Angeles, California)
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As you may know, I was approved for having SRS (Sexual Reassignment Surgery) but in order for them to go forward with the procedure you must go through 4 sessions of Electrolysis. I recently went through my first session & wanted to share!
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An Icon has Died Today😪 Hurbert De Givenchy has passed away. He was one of the Revolutionary Designers of Modern Fashion. His Vision and Designs will always Haunt & Shake the world of Fashion. He was Audrey Hepburn's Personal Designer & Close Friend. If you ever saw Audrey, it was most likely she was wearing Givenchy. He was and will Continue to be one of my Favorite Designers in Fashion. @givenchyofficial I Am Heartbroken for your loss. Today we have all lost a Mentor & Dear Friend😪 #givenchy #hurbertdegivenchy #fashion #icon #iconic #deathofanicon #audreyhepburn #legendary
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My Visit to the Museum of Ice Cream
When I first heard of the Museum of Ice Cream, I had assumed it would just be a huge building filled with different art pieces and flavors dedicated to ice cream. Instead, I come to find that this tiny building in the Arts District of Downtown Los Angeles would be a hotspot to so many A-list celebrities including Gwenyth Paltrow, Gal Gadot, Kim Kardashian, and the Queen Bee herself, Beyonce.
When I had scrolled through google images and saw all these photos of celebrities taking pictures inside the museum, I knew I had to see it for myself. So when my friend Ryan, who was working there invited me and my friend Angie for friends and family night, I had to go.
Seeing as the Museum is now closed down and has moved on from Los Angeles, I really felt like I should share my experience, it was definitely worth the visit. I got to take pictures at the Iconic Banana Swing where Beyonce and Blue Ivy took their infamous Instagram photos. I also got a chance to take pictures in the pink telephone room where Kim K took her famed photos with her kids. I felt both glamorous and surrel.
So Literally, this is how it began. As my friend Angie and I park in the Arts District, my GPS directed me to walk down this dark alley way, and I was like, wtf. I’m going to die. But as we kept walking, we came across this huge line of people, with loud music blasting and people just being super lit. From Post Malone to Cardi B to G-Eazy, people were dancing while waiting to get in. As we stood in line, my friend Ryan had joined us and explained that they can only let a certain amount of people inside at a time.
As we got to the front of the line, three people from the museum greeted us and made us each create a new name for ourselves that involved a flavor of ice cream. Ryan had told us his, which was raspberry Ryan, which if you ever met him, you totally would understand why that name is perfect for him, (Gayest Straight Guy Ever!). As it came to my turn, I decided to pick Jas-Mint, which I thought was clever Af. Before they let us in, they told us to have fun and not to touch the painted bananas, those were expensive and they didn’t want to pay for it because you’re an idiot.
Stepping inside, you first see this giant wall with silver chrome tiles. My friend and I took like 20 photos that will never see the light of day because after seeing everything else, the wall wasn’t really that cool compared to we had seen. Afterwards, we walked into a room filled with pink palm trees and a picture of the Hollywood hills with the words Museum of Ice Cream replacing the Hollywood sign. Ryan guided Angie and I to a table where they were offering Ice Cream. It was like some sprinkle cupcake marshmellow flavor, and apparently, the owner of the Museum created the flavor. I tasted it, and in all honesty, it wasn’t even that great.
As we turned the corner, we had stepped into the same room that Beyonce had not only been in, but had also shared a cherished moment with her own daughter.I was so shook. It was the iconic Banana room with tiny bananas painted on to a pink-silver chrome wall. As my friend Angie and I got onto the swing, I could feel myself become overwhelmed with joy. As I swung back and forth, I just felt like I had fulfilled my purpose at the Museum. We took a million photos and there still in my phone, killing my storage space at this very moment.
Walking into the next room, we saw the painted bananas hanging from the ceiling, which was kind of cool, but I wasn’t jumping up and down for them. We walked through a room filled with mint leaves where they offered a mint chocolate-chip ice cream that was super bomb and I wish I could eat it everyday of my life. Ryan then skipped into this room where it had a path colored with rainbows, which looked like a unicorn just threw up everywhere, but both Ryan and Angie took some bomb pictures in the room so it was worth it.
Waking into the pink telephone room, I could already feel why Kim Kardashian took her photo in there, the whole room just makes you feel like being really Extra. I had to know what it felt like.
After walking out of a room filled with giant gummy bears where they made us dance to disco music in order to get a couple pieces, we finally arrived at the one place I never thought I would live to see, The Swimming Pool filled with Sprinkles! Angie and I couldn’t take our heels off fast enough! We grabbed each other’s hand and ran in. Everyone around us was just laughing and just having an amazing time. The pool even had floaties, one that I grabbed and which the museum is famed for, is the heart shaped floatie. I had to have it in my life. We were taking selfie after selfie to picture after picture, Ryan was being so awesome, taking pictures of us at any moment we asked. It was like he was a professional photographer and we were his models.
When we were finished, the museum concluded with a lounge-like area with a giant bench swing and couches, where they sold merchandise and gifts on the side. Angie and I found a red carpet area where they had Museum of Ice Cream in neon lights. We basically took full advantage and posed as if we were going to end up being on the cover of Vogue magazine.
As we made our way out to leave, I just couldn’t stop going through all the pictures in my phone and smiling at how much fun I had with my friends. It was a memory I will never be able to forget, and like I said earlier, the photos are still killing my phone storage. Once I got home from that night and changed clothes, I had sprinkles fall from every part of my body, I even found some in my car. When I mentioned it to my grandmother, she laughed at me and told me I should eat them, she thinks so funny but I just rolled my eyes.
All in All, I had a great time, with great friends, and I have the pictures to prove it. It basically wasn’t a museum but more like a selfie stadium, designed to share your best looks with your favorite people. In a way, it’s a new form of entertainment. Instead of us going places to observe, we become the observation in our best form. For me, it was time invested on a moment in my life that I can always look back on and share with friends and loved ones. I give the Museum of Ice Cream a 5 out of 5 and highly encourage anyone, if it comes to your town, make sure you take a dip in the Pool filled with Sprinkles.
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There are no Words to express the Pain & Grief I feel for the people of Vegas and the friend's and family who attended the music Festival last Night on Oct. 1st. We are supposed to be a Country of Freedom & Liberation. Actions such as these are Inexcusable. We need to begin a new way to detect and prevent such Atrocities. I stand by my Fellow Americans and bow my head in what may be the Worst Mass Shooting in our History #prayersforvegas #america #massshooting
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Jeffrey Aviles: His Children’s Book, The LGBT Community, & Racism
On a blanket in the middle a park located in Old Town Monrovia, Ca, sat across from me a young man who couldn’t stop giggling at a song he recently heard by the musical artist, Kesha. His name is Jeffrey Aviles, an illustrator from Los Angeles, California. The song apparently was about girl who brings Godzilla to the mall with her and how he destroys everything. “I can totally relate,” Jeffrey says with a huge grin on his face, “It’s basically like me going to public places with my Social Anxiety, it destroys everything.” We both began to laugh hysterically. With his vibrant personality and contagious laughter, you would never assume that he would ever struggle with anxiety, “Oh yeah for sure, It’s crippling. Every time I go outside I feel like everyone’s eyes are on me and it stresses me out.”
Seeing him at first glance, one could definitely notice that he was an artist in some way, shape, or form. With the sides of his hair shaved and the longer, top portion of his hair in an artistically formed bun with a pair of large sun glasses, he was dressed with a olive green button up shirt that was neatly ironed and the sleeves cuffed up. As he wore denim cut off shorts and a white pair of sneakers, he was definitely sporting a very casual look but with a twist of his own glamour.
Only at the age of 22, Jeffrey Aviles has been producing a lot of work, pushing out illustrations and graphic images of anything and everything that inspires him. But most recently, one of his biggest achievements yet, has been a Children’s Book, titled “The Flower Prince”. It’s a LGBT-Friendly book that he published in the month of June 2017. What started out as a simple hobby, led to a passion that would eventually help Jeffrey escape reality, and create a world in which he could control and make everything Beautiful.
JH: How old were you when you realized you wanted to be an Illustrator?
JA: I think it was my second year of college, I went to Los Angeles Trade Tech and took a fashion illustration course where I was told it was a field I should get into. Growing up I didn’t think I was going to be an illustrator, I thought I was going to be an actor, or a pop star, or a princess. Something Glamorous.
JH: As an Artist how would you describe your style? What inspires you to create?
JA: My style is very Disney influenced. My style is very clean, basic, and straight to the point. I’m not like those artists who take time and detail into their pieces. I’m an illustrator cartoonist type. I like simplicity and I find inspiration everywhere, when I’m trying to think of something to draw, I go on Instagram and look at pictures. I don’t care who or what it is, if something captures my attention, I’ll draw it. I can be inspired to create by anything, It could be an old poster from the 1800s or someone walking down the street and it’ll remind me of something. I’ll go home, do some research, look at pictures, and begin the drawing process. Also Thoughts and moods I’m in, so everything inspires me to create, it’s not just one thing.
JH: You just released your first Children’s Book, can you please explain a little bit about the book and what inspired you to write it?
JA: After David Bowie had passed, I had listened to a song of his Titled, ”Heroes”, I had never heard any David Bowie songs prior to his passing. The song really touched me and I began to imagine a couple being heroes for one day, and I had then thought, what if it was two boys that were the heroes, and thought it would be an interesting story. Before I would try to create little stories here and there, but never anything solid. With this story, I said, you know what, people are writing books and doing all of these things, I wanted to do something big. It was a challenge for myself and I told myself, I’m gonna write a book. I kind of just wrote it, I didn’t do any research on any LGBT kids books before that, I just figured I would write it and then get it published. The book is my life, creating stories for me is difficult, I figured that I should just write what I know, and what do I know more of then my life.
Inspiring kids is probably the biggest part. One of my goals is to inspire kids because kids Are the future, and as cliché as that sounds, it’s the truth. Art is a very important part of our lives, so I wanted to create this book and show them its okay to be who they are and love who they want. To just erase the barriers, open their eyes, and help them be better than the generations before them.
JH: Seeing that your involved in the LGBT community, what are your thoughts on the community? Do you feel it’s integrated, or do you feel there’s an aspect of exclusion?
JA: I believe there is a lot of exclusion and separation in the lgbt community and it’s something that has really bothered me. With the lgbt community, their whole thing is ‘we’ve been shunned, we’ve been this and that from society and our families, and we want freedom, we want acceptance, but within the community, you don’t really find that sometimes. With gay men, there’s thing where it’s like, no Fems, no Asians, no Fats. That’s creating separation.You want togetherness but your contradicting yourself. I do believe that humans like to put things in categories to understand things because we’re Dumb creatures. We categorize everything to make everything simpler. Within the community its like, the bears here or the twinks there, and for the lesbians, its like your either a lipstick lesbian or a butch lesbian.
I’ve noticed, you don’t really hear much about lesbians, like when you think of LGBT, you think of gay men. When you hear Lady Gaga, it’s always the Gays. What about the lesbians? There’s no inclusion.
JH: It seems more like Sexualization?
JA: Yes! That’s where the patriarchal society comes in. Lesbians, I feel, don’t get attention, it’s only about the men.
JH: Do you feel like the community is more sexually based than actually being based on individuality?
JA: I think so, yes. I agree, at the end of the day we’re all sexual creatures. We label people and only focus on the sex part. But that’s what creates division. It just separates people and just makes them feel bad. We want to see change in the world, but honestly, we’re just not doing anything. We need to learn to work together.
JH: How do you see yourself making a difference in the world? How do you see yourself contributing and fixing some of the current issues? Or something you would like to fix in the world today.
JA: Something I would like to fix is Color. Skin and Race. Before we do anything else in this world, we really need to fix that issue. Some people think of that before anything else, It’s all about color.
I feel like my book is my way of contributing. When I was writing the book, I drew a white character and it didn’t feel right. I’ve never really seen a book for Latinos that were lgbt. Most lgbt books have a handful of African-Americans and the rest are white, so I think it’s important for people depicting different ethnicities in their work. Growing up, I had all these male dolls and they were white. I remember telling my mom as a kid that I didn’t like my skin tone because I was darker from them. It’s really important that we bring issues to kids when their little because their more open to things.
Ending the Interview with Jeffrey, he had showed me a video of these cats and couldn’t stop laughing, at one point he had to hold his stomach, he was laughing so hard. As he was going through his fits of laughter, i couldn’t help myself but to look at him and feel inspired. This young talented Artist is working so hard and diligently in order to make his mark in this world. Though he may struggle in some aspect of his life, he pushes through, making sure that it doesn’t stop him from achieving his goals and making the world a better place. If you are interested in seeing more of Jeffrey Aviles’s work, you can check out his website at http://www.jeffreyaviles.com
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During this time of High Tensions throughout The World, we need to regain our Humanity. I Believe that we can be a better Race of People. We cannot be let down by the Bigotry of others, but instead show them a better Example to Live By. #revolution #love #peace #humanity
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Catching Hellfire ©
A light flickers in the dark. A man motions it towards his mouth, a cigarette lights up. He inhales, following a exhale of tobacco smoke filling the air. He looks over to his right, another man standing next to him. The man just stares blankly into the distance. “You want a drag of this?” He holds out his cigarette, but takes another hit when the other man nods his head in rejection. “I can’t believe we fucking did it.” He takes a hit of his cigarette, “We fucking killed him.” Both men stare at the mutilated corpse beneath their feet. “Did you really need to hack him up into pieces Dante? There’s pieces of him everywhere. How the fuck are we going to clean this up?” Dante takes in another breathe of his cigarette and exhales another cloud of smoke into the midnight sky. “C’mon Beez, you have to admit, it was pretty fun doing it though” Dante kicks one of the chopped off arms of the body. “Okay Dante, stop fucking around, we’ve got to figure out how we’re going to get rid of this body”, Dante gives a smirk and walks over to their car which is parked 30 feet away from them. Beez just looks over in confusion, the night being so black, he couldn’t see anything. All he could make out was the sound of Dante opening one of the car doors and shuffling through some stuff inside. It went quiet for a second. He then could make out the sound of Dante’s footsteps shuffling through the dry forest brush. Dante stood next to Beez once more, except this time he was holding something in his hands. “Beez, do me a favor, take a couple steps back will you?” Beez steps back as he watches Dante open the container and pour it all over the remains of the body. Dante pours the entire it all until the very last drop. He then throws the container on the ground, stands next to Beez, and just stares into the Darkness. “Fucking pig, I hope he suffers 10 times more in hell”, Dante then takes a final drag from his cigarette and then flicks it onto the ground. The darkness was then filled with large bright red flames. Both men could feel the sensation of the heat on their faces. “Let’s head out before someone tries check out what’s happening,” Beez says as he looks at Dante and begins to walk to the car. Dante just stands still in place,with a giant grin, he stares into the flames, overwhelmed with the feeling of excitement and pleasure.
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Interview W/ Pamela Herbert By Jasmine Huete
As I began to exit the Elevator and proceed down the Hallway, which led me to a classroom numbered D419, I could hear the murmurs of students chattering and laughing as I stood behind the door. Entering the room, I saw 4 rows of desks lined up. Among them were students, each one working on their own art projects. Each table and student was equipped with a different type of utensil that would assist them in their work. Some had paint and brushes, while others had different types of chalk for individual shading. There were students who were using water colors and some who were simply sketching with a Pencil.
“You’re Doing an excellent job, just don’t forget the detail”, I turn to see Pamela Herbert, one of the current art Professors at Los Angeles Trade Tech college, who was assisting one of her students with their painting. She sat in the corner of her room alongside her desk, which sat a computer monitor which she would use to help students with research in art history or inspiration, or in my case, help me find google images of this year’s 2017 Met Gala’s best Dressed.
With her classic blonde bob haircut and paint covered smock, she greeted me with a smile. Though she was covered up to prevent from getting her clothes covered in art materials, you could still catch a glimpse of her style through her accessories. From a variety of bracelets, accompanied by a silver watch, to simple pearl earrings, she still managed to uphold class and chicness, even in her professional setting.
(Pamela Herbert Sitting At Her Desk In The Front Of Her Classroom)
JH: What is it about art that Moves you? Do you feel it is a skill you are born with? Or do you think it’s something you can teach yourself?
PH: I’m a firm believer that if you’re Interested in something, that it is not imbred in you. I was the Daughter of an art teacher and by the time I was three, she stuck a crayon in my hand and so became Pamela’s first drawing, so I think since I was around it my whole life and I was so interested in it, I don’t think it has anything to do with genetics. I think it just has to do with passion, and just like any other skill, to keep at it and keep trying. It starts with an Interest and a love and you find the more you do, the better you get.
JH: At what point did you know you wanted to be an Artist? Do you feel like artist’s have moreof an openness and understanding to the world? Or do you see that as a Cliché?
PH: I’ve always wanted to be an Artist and I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. Even my mom laughed, when I was a kid I would arrange my dolls and take attendance, she knew I was in trouble. And I honestly do think artists do look at the world differently. They’re so visual, little things don’t escape them and they’re creative thinkers. They have a tendency to put things together that people normally wouldn’t think of doing beforehand. It’s the creative process, whether It’s in art or in literature, it goes towards all of the arts. It’s just the way you look at the world and re-piece it together.
JH: Taking your course, I’ve personally seen your teaching style and how much you enjoy you profession. You’re really Good at it. What is it about teaching art makes you happy?
PH: I think to watch someone blossom, like yourself when you turned in your shading project and got an A, you were so happy, your face lit up. To see people who’ve never worked with color before start to be very comfortable with color, somebody who has never thought of going to an art museum or an art show, getting themselves out there and looking at the world differently. In my Art history class, one student came up to me and said. “I was so content living in my house for thirty years and after taking your class, I realized that I have roman columns on my front porch, and it’s all your fault. Everyday I come home and stare at the columns, analyzing it’s history and where it came from”.
(A Portrait From A Student From Pamela Herbert’s Class)
JH: It’s funny how in every art, there’s something you capture. For me, since I’m more into writing, I personally pay attention to song lyrics, and I internalize them, and it becomes something more meaningful to me. So I totally agree, I think because we are so critical on those things.
PH: Because we look at things so differently and we’re so perceptive, we have a tendency to put things in a different way that makes the rest of the world go “I never saw it that way, or I never would have thought of that”. Art really is a reaction to the world around us. The more we see the world around us, it’s just our reaction. And so for me, to teach someone to look at the world in a way they’ve never seen it before, I think that’s my greatest gift. Definitely my greatest reward.
JH: It’s crazy because you know you’re making someone’s life better.
PH: Well I don’t know about better, just weirder for sure haha.
(Pamela Herbert provides all of the Art Material For her students, allowing them to save money and focus on their Art)
JH: With the social climate being so tense all over the world, how would you describe you perfect World/Country/Society?
PH: Well, I think it’s a reflective of what I try to teach. And I think in the ideal world is something that people here in southern California deal with everyday, and that is that we all have to live together, regardless of size, shape, color, ethnic background or whatever. We all have to deal with the people involved and not the stereotypes. And I think that would be the ideal world, and we leave all that other junk behind and look at each other as individuals and nothing else.
JH: And for a community off of that?
PH: And form a community off of that, absolutely, that would be amazing, there would be no pre-conceived ideas.
JH: Out of all of your experiences as an artist, can you recall one of your memories?
PH: It seems like everyday a new favorite one comes. Not one in particular, I really can’t, because I’ve been so fortunate to travel and to be able to work with such great students. To be here at a school where people ask “Well why would you want to come down here”, and I really am so blessed to be here, and to be a teacher, and to be able to travel. I think everyday is special. I can’t see any day being one more special then any other day in the Arts.
(Pamela Herbert Assisting A Student With Their Artwork)
JH: Art. What’s the best part about it? Do you think it’s the fact that people can express themselves in their own reality? Or do you think it’s the fact that they create something tangible?
PH: That’s a tough one because every artist is different in what they’re trying to portray and what they’re trying to show the world. Some of them are showing personal expression, some of them reacting to a certain event, and some reacting to materials. Every artist is very unique and different in how their trying to see themselves in the world. And I think that’s the main thing, how each person sees themselves within the world and within the community.
After the Interview with Pamela, i had felt a sense of contentness and peace. It was refreshing to get some insight from someone who genuinely woke up every morning just to Teach and to not only help students learn art, but to help them grow as Human Beings. Hearing her Perspective on life, it opened my eyes to the ways of an Artist and how she interprets the World. She truly is an Inspiration and it’s an honor to be able to show everyone her opinion and share her reality.
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