Heartbreak...



...I question how real our love was? If its strong enough to eventually find each other again? Or if it was all a dream? Time knows while my heart patiently waits. Until then I must live. Can't tie myself down to what I want if its not working in my favor. You are a beautiful person baby. Warm touch, gentle eyes, comforting soul. U gave me a gift of self awareness. Im thankful for having u in my life baby. You are my forever friend who I once took a trip with. We were the only 2 people in this endless rose field. We slept on blossomed petals and exchanged hearts and wore them on our sleeves. We met love baby, it was beautiful and we shall never forget but we must set it free. That seems to be the ultimate beauty of life after all, freedom.

The artist will always love u...

Berlin, Germany

Berlin, Germany

The food is amazing. The first couple of days I was scared to try unfamiliar things but after tasting the McDonalds and Subway and realizing how horrible their version of fast food was, I was more willing to step outside of my comfort zone. There is sandwich shops, chinese restaurants, sushi, McDonalds, polish stops, and my favorite, bagel shops everywhere! My favorite bagel is the italian bagel with mozzarella cheese, spinach, green pesto sauce, and tomato, toasted with a dash of salt! Now, I would never order this in the states, maybe thats not the case though. I can't think of any restaurant in the areas I'm in where I could even order this.
The pop here goes flat after you open it the first time, so if want to burp you must down your coke or sprite as soon as you open it. Food, coffee and tea is def a major part of Berlin booming culture. Everyone takes time out of there day to enjoy a nice meal over tea or coffee and I have found a new appreciation for these things as well.

The nightlife is like no other! First off, I have been to 3 different clubs and did not have to pay to get in at all and they all were crowded to the max! Now, besides the fact that they played YMCA on the dance floor in one spot, which was a major turn off, I am having a blast. The club I went to last night had 6 different dance floors and u got 3 shots of whatever you wanted on the house plus a legit coatcheck.
And lets not forget that you can drink on the streets! No, not just a cocktail but beer, vodka, cognac, all that good stuff. Right out the bottle on the streets and walk pass the police and speak!

But I have one question for everybody!!
Where the hell is WALMART?! I never knew the importance of a Walmart or Target before because they are so conveniently accessible to me in the States but there is no place to get the little things from for cheap such as hangers, sheets, towels, school supplies. Its the little things that seem to matter the most that I never appreciated before.

I have met a lot of cool people since my arrival. My friend Sidi Epiwong is from London, her parents are Nigerian and German. She has lived a little bit of everywhere and gave me alot of the ins and outs of the city. I have already had racial encounters with a few people. Weird stares and all that other stuff but the people who have welcomed me into there space have all been amazing. Actually, last night, I went to the club with these two girls that I randomly met on the train. They were excited to know someone from Chicago but little did they know, I was even more excited to be with them. I do find it funny that most of black people I meet are Africans but the African women like white men and they all tell me that the African men are aggressive. Seeing how I love me some dark chocolate, I will consider these things before getting too comfortable with anyone.

Anywho my loves, I am in need of a camera. I want a nice Canon or Nikon camera with a changeable lense, kind of expensive but I can not continue my adventure in Europe with no way to capture the moments so that I could share them with my loves!


Sincerely yours from Berlin, Germany,

The Artist....

The Artist is back!...

Sorry for the delay my friends but life has been extremely busy! Preparing for my trip to Berlin, Germany and now I am here a settled for the time being. First and foremost, I love it here. Its like New York and well, I love NEw York which means I love Berlin. Now, all I have to do is convince my mom that she love it too and off to Berlin we will go.
Day 1: I arrived at Tegal airport at 1:30PM with three large suitcases and absolutely no idea where I was going. The place I was going to stay at was a hour away from my school and disconnected to the nightlife. So I landed at Pfefferberg hostel, right in the center of Berlin.




To make a long story short, I did what I had to do. I got off the plane knowing that this trip would be about survival of the fittest. Continuously stressing because I have absolutely no idea what decision is the best one but learning to trust my instinct. Keep myself safe and come out on top. Not stepping out on fear but faith. Allowing God to help guide in the right direction and continue to grow in ways beyond my dreams.
I am 20 years old in a city I know absolutely no one. No, I do not speak the native language but I have determination in my heart. I am living for more than just me right now so I must do the impossible.
I keep asking myself is this really my life? I remember teachers sitting me in the back of the classroom because of my speech impediment. I remember the taste of rejection. I overcame. I became the change I wanted to see in the world. I am still growing and becoming. hopefully I will conquer.
I remember my days in Quingdao, China. Fun, excited and full of adventure. Then, Mexico was even more exciting. I was 17 in a third world country by myself. Now, Berlin, Germany. I have absolutely no idea what the future has in store for me but I do know that if I want it, I will get it.

More about my adventures in Berlin soon.
The artist loves u...

How can we help?!


If you are interested in supporting Haiti in this time of need please visit this link: http://www.networkforgood.org/?source=YAHOO&cmpgn=NEWS

The Artist is in prayer...

Haiti update...

PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti – Precious water, food and early glimmers of hope began reaching parched and hungry earthquake survivors Saturday on the streets of this shattered city, where despair at times turned into a frenzy among the ruins.
"People are so desperate for food that they are going crazy," said accountant Henry Ounche, in a crowd of hundreds who fought one another as U.S. military helicopters clattered overhead carrying aid.
When other Navy choppers dropped rations and Gatorade into a soccer stadium thronged with refugees, 200 youths began brawling, throwing stones, to get at the supplies.
Across the hilly, steamy city, where people choked on the stench of death, hope faded by the hour for finding many more victims alive in the rubble, four days after Tuesday's catastrophic earthquake.
Still, here and there, the murmur of buried victims spurred rescue crews on, even as aftershocks threatened to finish off crumbling buildings.
"No one's alive in there," a woman sobbed outside the wrecked Montana Hotel. But hope wouldn't die. "We can hear a survivor," search crew chief Alexander Luque of Namibia later reported. His men dug on. Elsewhere, an American team pulled a woman alive from a collapsed university building where she had been trapped for 97 hours. Another crew got water to three survivors whose shouts could be heard deep in the ruins of a multistory supermarket that pancaked on top of them.
Nobody knew how many were dead. Haiti's government alone has already recovered 20,000 bodies — not counting those recovered by independent agencies or relatives themselves, Prime Minister Jean-Max Bellerive told The Associated Press.
In a fresh estimate, the Pan American Health Organization said 50,000 to 100,000 people perished in the quake. Bellerive said 100,000 would "seem to be the minimum." Truckloads of corpses were being trundled to mass graves.
A U.N. humanitarian spokeswoman declared the quake the worst disaster the international organization has ever faced, since so much government and U.N. capacity in the country was demolished. In that way, Elisabeth Byrs said in Geneva, it's worse than the cataclysmic Asian tsunami of 2004: "Everything is damaged."
Also Saturday, Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton flew to Port-au-Prince to pledge more American assistance and said the U.S. would be "as responsive as we need to be." President Obama met with former Presidents George W. Bush and Bill Clinton and urged Americans to donate to Haiti relief efforts.
As the day wore on, search teams recovered the body of Tunisian diplomat Hedi Annabi, the United Nations chief of mission in Haiti, and other top U.N. officials who were killed when their headquarters collapsed.
Despite many obstacles, the pace of aid delivery was picking up.
The Haitian government had established 14 distribution points for food and other supplies, and U.S. Army helicopters were reconnoitering for more. With eight city hospitals destroyed or damaged, aid groups opened five emergency health centers. Vital gear, such as water-purification units, was arriving from abroad.
Thousands lined up in the Cite Soleil slum as U.N. World Food Program workers distributed high-energy biscuits there for the first time. As the hot sun set, the crew was down to just a few dozen boxes left from six truckloads. Perhaps 10,000 people were still waiting patiently, futilely, in line.
Seven months' pregnant, and with two children, 29-year-old Florence Louis clutched her four packets. "It is enough, because I didn't have anything at all," she said.
On a hillside golf course, perhaps 50,000 people were sleeping in a makeshift tent city overlooking the stricken capital. Paratroopers of the U.S. 82nd Airborne Division flew there Saturday to set up a base for handing out water and food.
After the initial frenzy among the waiting crowd, when helicopters could only hover and toss out their cargo, a second flight landed and soldiers passed out some 2,000 military-issue ready-to-eat meals to an orderly line of Haitians.
More American help was on the way: The U.S. Navy hospital ship Comfort steamed from the port of Baltimore on Saturday and was scheduled to arrive here Thursday. More than 2,000 Marines were set to sail from North Carolina to support aid delivery and provide security.
But for the estimated 300,000 newly homeless in the streets, plazas and parks of Port-au-Prince, help was far from assured.
"They're already starting to deliver food and water, but it's mayhem. People are hungry, everybody is asking for water," said Alain Denis, a resident of the Thomassin district.
Denis's home was intact, and he and his elderly parents have some reserves, but, he said, "in a week, I don't know."
Aid delivery was still bogged down by congestion at the Port-au-Prince airport, quake damage at the seaport, poor roads and the fear of looters and robbers.
The problems at the overloaded airport forced a big Red Cross aid mission to strike out overland from Santo Domingo, almost 200 miles away in the Dominican Republic. The convoy included up to 10 trucks carrying temporary shelters, a 50-bed field hospital and some 60 medical specialists.
"It's not possible to fly anything into Port-au-Prince right now. The airport is completely congested," Red Cross spokesman Paul Conneally said from the Dominican capital.
Another convoy from the Dominican Republic steered toward a U.N. base in Port-au-Prince without stopping, its leaders fearful of sparking a riot if they handed out aid themselves.
The airport congestion touched off diplomatic rows between the U.S. military and other donor nations.
France and Brazil both lodged official complaints that the U.S. military, in control of the international airport, had denied landing permission to relief flights from their countries.
Defense Minister Nelson Jobim, who has 7,000 Brazilian U.N. peacekeeping troops in Haiti, warned against viewing the rescue effort as a unilateral American mission.
The squabbling prompted Haitian President Rene Preval, speaking with the AP, to urge all to "keep our cool and coordinate and not throw accusations."
At a simpler level, unending logistical difficulties dogged the relief effort.
A commercial-sized jet landed with rescue and medical teams from Qatar, only to find problems offloading food aid. They asked the U.S. military for help, surgeon Dr. Mootaz Aly said, and were told: "We're busy."
As relief teams grappled with on-the-ground obstacles, the U.S. leadership promised to step up aid efforts. In Washington, Obama joined with his two most recent White House predecessors to appeal for Americans to donate to the cause.
"We stand united with the people of Haiti, who have shown such incredible resilience," he said.
Their resilience was truly being tested, however.
On a back street in Port-au-Prince, a half-dozen young men ripped water pipes off walls to suck out the few drops inside. "This is very, very bad, but I am too thirsty," said Pierre Louis Delmar.
Outside a warehouse, hundreds of desperate Haitians simply dropped to their knees when workers for the agency Food for the Poor announced they would distribute rice, beans and other supplies. "They started praying right then and there," said project director Clement Belizaire.
Children and the elderly were asked to step first into line, and some 1,500 people got food, soap and rubber sandals until supplies ran out, he said.
The aid official was overcome by the tragic scene. "This was the darkest day of everybody living in Port-au-Prince," he said.

My heart goes out to you!

The aftermath of the worst earthquake in 200 years. Haiti, 2010...










The Artist heart goes out...


Late afternoon, Tuesday 12 January, the Caribbean. The sun is subsiding in the west, and, for some, it's lazy time. On his terrace in Santiago de Cuba, Eduardo Machin is sitting on a lounger, and down at the United States base on Guantanamo Bay, it's towards the end of a nothing-special kind of day.

Some 160 miles across the sea, soldiers are patrolling more purposefully. They're part of the 11,000-strong United Nations force whose task is to bring some semblance of stability to Haiti, the land of voodoo, gang-law dictators and poverty so dire that three-quarters of these, the poorest people in the Western hemisphere, live on less than £1.30 a day. Yet, street by street, bit by corrupted bit, small victories are being won by the UN and aid agencies. And that's why, as the sun dips a little lower, and the clocks in Haiti's capital, Port-au-Prince, nudge round to 4.30, it has the feel, even here, of just another Tuesday.

At a college in the Morne Hercule area, Alex Georges is in a meeting with 30 other students and their professor. At an orphanage outside the capital, Susan Westwood, a nurse from Stirling, is tending children. Over at Notre Dame Cathedral, the Archbishop of Port-au-Prince, Mgr Joseph Serge Miot, is in his office, working at his papers. Jillian Thorp, an American aid worker, is at home in the capital, looking forward to her husband's return from a trip up country. In Haiti's parliament building, Senate President Kelly Bastien is at his post; the white presidential palace, looking like a Brighton Pavilion that's just come out of the wash, gleams across its watered lawns; US reporter Jonathan M Katz potters at home – after all, there's nothing much happening in Haiti at the moment. And, at the 12-storey UN headquarters, the head of the mission, Hedi Annabi, and more than a hundred of his staff are coming to the end of the working day. They have authority here. But not as much, it's about to turn out, as the geology on which Haiti sits