Thursday, May 30, 2013

Fake Frames

Fake Frames
Fake Frames


Fake Frames!!!!



Thank you!!!!!

For wearing the silhouette
of a fit coke bottle shaped woman on your dress.
I thought I was going to have to actually look
at your true frame
instead of this pleasant vision of beauty
that is the smaller woman you are wearing….

Yes you are!.....You are SO wearing her!

Who is she?
Do you know her?
This dime diva on your figure.

GASP!
Is that your man’s mistress?
GASP! Yes it is! I saw that chick on Instagram
Right in front of that streaked bathroom mirror! That’s her!
You are paying tribute to the beauty  
Who gave him the booty
instead of you!
WooooooW!
You like her like that?
That you would wear her down your front and back like that?
Turn around…yeah girl go head turn around. I need to see this!
...yeahhhh!!!! Now…
if I wasn’t paying attention
to the fake frame you got on?
You would have had… me…fooled! 
I mean…you look so confident!
Queen of the world, locks somewhat curled
and you are fly!...but
Why!
Are you wearing the silhouette of a fit chick
on your thick-ness?....

oh?  Its just a color?
Ok I get it!...
It doesn’t mean your green with envy at the attention
gained from men who mention your frame?
It’s the style!!! You claim…
Fashion! I think couture’s the name?
So what…Are you wearing your fitness goal? Is that what it is? A futuristic projection of your slimmer self. If you keep buying her Barbie it’s not good for mental health! Cuz when she walks by, she’ll get looks from a guy, and girl, and even her mom would think she’s the bomb…without even conceiving the falsification is wrong!
It doesn’t help your men out either. See you hide the cleaver, the cleavage…but present another image. Then the rest of it is nude? Nude for who? Not you?!
The black part is what they really want…
Admire her black
Already stacked
Built like a thick brick
That cut looks like a trick.
Trickin who?
Trickin you?
Into liking this view?
Her natural shape is greater
Call me a hater
But you can rate her.
Now...
Who’s judging who?


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Sunday, May 19, 2013

My True Story pt 1


(9am)I’m not gonna be preaching today. Not tellin you what I think God told me today. I’m not above you I’m just along your way. However you scrolled down today. My status happened to pop up and you read what I had to say. Some via twitter and some on the book. Any form if media is cool cuz it’s a chance that I took. Every status I write I know I’m sharing a lot. I made them public so the world can be healed by what I got. This is part of my life’s work, I’m trying to do this here forever. I’m up here playing with clever sayings, I got so many ideas and plans but I could be staying home. Watching the tv I pay for. But I’m getting rid of that thing. It tells me that I got the time to pray more.  And face floors prostrate thinking about my next piece. It’s that meditative status that nobody reads. Selfish with feeds. Yeah I should be in a book. I’ve got work you haven’t seen self publishing’s a good look. These are just words that come to me anytime I sit down. I don’t have to summon gods and queens for a line to come around. I know my value and my worth and I hope to inspire earth.  I will never be silenced no matter how hard tries the church.  Yeah I’m a church girl some people know me from Covenant, Some know me from the North Hills, South Hills, Beltzhoover, loving it. But for all you know I could be in Atlanta, sayin what up to Sean Bankhead my homeboy and successful  dancer. And Durrell. I’m watching these brothas excel. I’m mover too, some call me a shaker as well. I never ever kiss and tell it used to get me trouble. I liked me some church boys so I was always discovered. In the dark, with sharp young handsome boy. I just wanted to hold hands and lean in to a boy. Closed eyes romance and close dance with a boy. One of dem boys gave me a bundle of joy. Candace was now pregnant with a boy. Avoided church back then cuz they could see my sin. I wore my sex in front me while they could hid it within. We always say sucks to be them… I started at 150lbs back then Senior year of high was when we conceived him. I didn’t know for months. I just kept seeing chunks…of weight…oh great…again! My period is late! So I finally bought the thing and peed on  the stick. I capped and handed it to my boyfriend and we both cried quick…He said, I’m gonna marry this chick. My parents did sit, across the living room on the sofa thick. We told them about it. My mother was hit. But she said she figured it. Mamma know’s best, dad didn’t wanna picture it. So we dicussed…we were gonna rush it…Get married while pregnant so it could be legit…but who says what’s the legit…he healthy. That’s it but we did it…went to school got married and worked it. But all the while stressed and raising our first kid. No…a child. I was studying, eating Buffalo wild wings… things that wasn’t good for my mind or for my body. I didn’t work out and my body was lookin shoddy. My husband and I didn't try like we otty. They day he left that night I got no rest. I was 215 15 pounds of useless flesh. I was sexy as hell my bra size I wouldn't tell. I would just keep going to Gabes because my size they did sell...but he took the car...and his income out of the crib...so I had to walk with my 3 year old so that's what we did. Got the bus and the gitny that used to always miss my house! I swear he would pull off every time I just about to come out!...any how. I came down because of a lifestyle change. Its amazing what you can find to cook when you don't have no change. I never qualified for stamps so I had to budget. So thats why now I feel shaky about a nugget. I was too chicken to spend...I'ma say it again. I was Too Chicken to Spend so I saved my cents. 

I got a financial advisor who didn't cost me anything. He sat me down one day and divided up my earnings. I was learning. From a friend of a friend who was a godsend. There are clues around you, you just have to be a friend. So I changed my whole life and I thought I might start a couple of businesses of my own to keep the money flowing right. And I knew that nothing was just going to happen over night. oh yeah I can remember the sight, the pounds as they came down. 193. 180 175. Man that one was jive. I remember that damn 175. I couldn't do nothing to break that 175 but when I challenged with the biggest loser at work I came alive. Didn't win the money but its funny how things work. I was down to 161 and to me...money...that was worth. 

I was hiding my story under pounds...it was the same...cuz all this size 16 frame wasn't thinking about fame. Or performing I was just happy at home. Raising my boy on my own. That was until I was shown...by my Sister.. Bridgette Perdue about this life anew. Where I could go on stage and say whatever I want to you....I didn't know they could grade you...but I made it a second round. thats when Kelli Stevens Kane to me was found. and I met Khepri Nafre and Jeremy Moore and Adam J. Keene won for his fascinating folklore...it was awesome. and I was confident I was fit in front of others...and this poetic path was meant...

To be...

continued. 

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Saturday, May 11, 2013

Sick of being Quiet


Why am I doing this IT WORKS Stuff? I mean honestly. Ain’t nobody got time fuhdat! They talking about having these parties and watching these training videos…I’m like yo…I just came to make some loot for real and quit my job one day soon. Everything’s all green and healthy. I’m like aight, I’m with some ol healthy stuff. I done lost all this weight, I don’t wanna let myself go again.

I’ve stepped on the scale and looked down and saw 215lbs. That wasn’t that long ago, what? 6 years. So over time I lost the weight…naturally. But I changed my lifestyle. It wasn’t cute or pretty or glamorous. My ride was gone, so we had to walk and take the bus. North Side is a great place to walk. Hills and flats all over the place. Then I had to cook up everything in the house in before I got tempted to go shopping again. I concocted deliciously economical meals that kept my metabolism going and my check book happy. I didn’t qualify for any food assistance, but I worked my way around that. I had to do what I had to do to stay out of that program. I stopped eating out…arrived places early…took the scenic route…recycled clothing in creative ways. I Mimed. I did go to the gym in 2011 for a little bit because of a weight loss contest at work (that I didn’t win…but I won for myself). I used to listen to Waka Flocka Flame Radio on Pandora and work out a mile the elliptical. $20 a month at the time…I know it’s much cheaper at places now, but it was convenient for my time and location.

I’m not vegetarian. I strive to be one day, but I’m putting things directly in my life so that I make that transition. It’s not just going to happen because I want it to. I have to invest in it. So Lateresa Blackwell approaches me about this tummy tightening thing . I felt that I heard GOD that day. I’m like WHAT!? I been wanting this lil leftover pouch to go away forever. No one likes suckin it in for pictures…or worse yet Forgetting to suck it in for a picture! So yeah I’m jumpin on that…no doubt. I’m not too proud to say…sista needs some motivation.

So I figured…if it costs me enough I will quit playing with my 26 year old body and treat it better. This body gets me where I need to go…shoot. This body gets my voice heard and my son held, and my mime out there. I really gotta take myself seriously as an artist if I want to do this for a living. Let’s go to work!
Now you all see me hustling this wrap thing here and there…but not every week… I mean who wants to be sold a dream all the time? Not me…

I’m so tired of all these sells pitches and these pyramid schemes trying to get people paid…Everyone needs to chill for real. I don’t normally go off on Facebook but I’m like come on…Make Money from home? If you are home you are LAZY not doing anything for anyone else. You NEED a JOB! Everyone needs a Job!! That’s why were here! You need to work to get paid so you can have nice things! I don’t understand everyone trying to be home all the time…There’s no sense of accomplishment at home. You are what…just cleaning up? Cooking? Raising kids? I’m sorry not kids…kids are baby goats. I mean children. So you…are going to just sit around and speak life and love into your children’s spirit all day? They gotta go to school!!! Sigh…school is where they can learn about the REAL world! Like the truth about HIV and AIDS, and what being a lady or a  gentleman looks like right? I mean they are teaching our future children about their heritage and health…right?...What about how to read and comphrend?...Money?...oh….So they may be 20 years old before they read about Marcus Garvey…
I see…

So you could teach them that right? All day if you wanted…Plus some of required teaching curriculum. And  a few of the neighbor’s children too. Not everyone’s a teacher so support would be there too…interesting notion…

I keep hearing about people dropping dead at astonishing ages and I’m like. Wow how could this have been avoided? The drugs and the chemicals just cancel each other out. Grease from French Fries can give you headaches, and you’re like” I’m cool cuz I can just take some medicine for it to go away”…What the heck are we doing? I can get DOWN on a plate of fries but…how long am I gonna say I’m gonna eat better tomorrow…

A lot of people say “Tomorrow’s not promised.”
I hate clichés…

Logic and reasoning tell me that going natural keeps people alive, affective, and influential for a long period of time. I’m getting in line. Working out is like a whole other road I’m on but the least I can do push organic products. Duh! That’s how to get the word out.

People can sell all they want to with money offers and residual income…That will come if you want it.
I’m a living testimony that if I treat my mind, my body and my spirit well…if you know the right people …

Money can go right along with it.

So right now I’m ballin beause I’m still losing weight…investing my money…saving my money…and helping people earn money too...

Tell me what part of this is a bad idea…I’m bout that life. 

You can jump this organic movement for $29 and get $1000 back in a month 
Or you can start your own It Works hustle for $99

No one had to convince me...I just did cuz I had $99...If you don't have $29 then maybe its not for you...I can understand that...but I had $29 in my bank account...so I signed up. 

All I'm doing is bringing people with me on a healethier lifestyle journey....and make some sit at home money....I'm ready to go. 

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Hotep's Point of Review: Ma Noah by Mark Clayton Southers

Artwork by Linda Wallen
Ma Noah
Exquisitely Written by Playwright and Producing Artistic Director, Mark Clayton Southers
at the Pittsburgh Playwright’s Theater Company

Might as well buy 2 tickets...at least.

It ain’t no gospel play but God is clearly present in the concoction of this award winning work of art. My my my! ….I dare you buy two $20 tickets online now!! Consider it offering! Its the least you can give to applaud such unique talent! And Bring people too! Written by a genius, led by one of the best actors in the city/nation, and supported by a professional cast of fine, talented, black actors, Ma Noah is worth seeing twice.

I was almost embarrassed at the moments I coughed up an unexpected cackle of laughter disclosing my own personal experiences that ran parallel with the play. I also never cried so passionately during a blackout before.

Just like Chrystal Bates did tonight, I let it all hang out! The audience was pierced with the heart gripping words spoken in this play, of America’s sick indoctrination over centuries. Mark even took it back to Ancient Rome with the educational jabs. Production Manager Eric A. Smith put in work with the crew to make this masterpiece a Pittsburgh Classic. He was aided by Stage Manager David Scott and his Stage Managing Assistant LaMont Robinson.  I just nodded my head and nodded my head some more at every line spoken. Then I shook my heeaaaadddd…..and shook my head some more as I watched this passionate black mother teach her children lessons about love, life, and forgiveness.  Only a screwed up twisted, radical, revolutionary, raw, individual like Mark Clayton  Southers could have conjured up this play.

Cheryl Bates-White opened the first act in an awesome imaginative portrayal of an insecure unwed pregnant woman; Mary Pratt. Confused, hungry, and guilty she made believers out of all of us. Just watch her flawless facial expressions! I took my glasses off during that ONE scene! Girl! You got me! Now, I’m a mime so I’m all up in her grill! So proud to know her augh!

Let’s see, I first met DeVaughn Robinson as my director last year, and I’ve watched major development of this character tonight. As Larry Pratt where he owned every line and monologue the script asked of him. He had us howling at his delivery. I couldn’t help it! So, so, happily surprised. I just keep shaking my head at how he gave “whitey” a piece of his mind, time after time! Relentless! Yes!

His character brother Ham ‘Pig’ Pratt, played by Trevor Butler, had the same sentiments in a twisted way.  Speaking of twisting, the intricate physical work of Fight Choreographer, Joseph Martinez, was raw. You’ll just have to see what I mean. Oh, and excuse me for saying so, but Trevor was sure looking fly, fly, and more fly every time he walked through that door! And by his last emotional encounter with his mother, I was convinced he was a substantial multifaceted part of this perfect cast. 

Now, I’m a poet… so I snap!….so WHAT ya’ll heard me backstage! Lol I couldn’t help it! I just didn’t want to be “rude” by hollering! There were times the whole audience should have been HOWLING! It’s okay Pittsburgh!!! Let it OUT!!! This was a phenomenal show!

The costumes designed by Cheryl El-Walker were so apropos. They were each apart of the storytelling!  The stage make up was so timely and subtle. The set was breathtaking the moment you walk in. This was achieved with the help of Diane Melchitzky and lighted warmly by the vision of Thurston Reyes and Light Technician, W. Roger Randolph. I saw how important the Crew Chief’s role was in the production, run by Mont Jones. Every detail of mama’s house was included along with some details that you couldn't even fathom; no matter how hard you tried to remember your own mama’s house. Awesome job rounding those details up, Properties Master, David Conley and others. It even sounded like Mama’s records if she could have it her way with the help of Mark Whitehead on Sound Design and Vendell Nasir II as Sound Technician. 

Heaven came to earth when Heaven Bobo graced the stage as Francine Pratt. Now, in one of his HBO specials, Jamie Foxx described a giraffe in the most exquisite, feminine, and regal way and this was Heaven. She had me hooked immediately and kept all of our attention. Professional and accurate! She was really a stand out. Her seasoned theater experience was evident from the door. 

Every time I watch Chrystal Bates on stage, the woman inside me thinks a little bigger than she did the day before. Her interpretation of Rebecca Pratt was timely, and gut wrenchingly honest. What she truly sacrificed to deliver this story on stage, no ticket can pay for adequately. Women can receive essential life lessons and personal reminders by watching this role. She put me in front of a mirror tonight which is the healing that each of us needs from true art. Thank you.

Director, Tracey Turner, must be a shrewd woman. I've never gotten to work with her but her creative choices made me drool like steaming plates does... on the fingertips of a server from alllll they way across the restaurant. I hope that moment draws nearer to me sooner than later! I can tell she keenly picked up on the wide range of capabilities of her talented cast and that kind of ear and eye is so valuable in this world of theater. She was brilliant and shrewd. Yes. Look it up…that’s the word.

Sure I know that I may sounds like I’m blowing a lot of steam and blowing these actors spots up. But whatever! You didn’t have to click on the link to read this! But you did! Perhaps because you were there tonight…perhaps because you weren't  Either way. I actually know a lot of the artists involved on a prior professional level, and I think they deserve a shout out. From me...Who am I? I'm just Hotep. Granted, I’m still green here on the theater scene in Pittsburgh, but I’m green and growing.  You may even think I should be jaded and lackluster about Pittsburgh talent.  But no. That’s not the cool thing to do anymore. I was bubbling over with words and emotions concerning my experience tonight, and I had to tell SOMEBODY my thoughts. And I told all of you! …in one hour flat. Now, if anyone feels left out in my review of this production, You gotta get in my radar! But I think I got all of you lovelies. Lol …Nobody’s paying me to review this play…I just felt inspired to tell the world. But! if you want me to come to your play, and give a heartfelt Hotep's Point of Review, let me know. I’m sure something can be arranged.  This is Hotep the Artist reporting live immediately after the show ( and after a late phone call with Artistic Associate Kim El she had to take a call so this is what I do in the mean time!). I'm typing to you on a Word Document from Pittsburgh’s North Side. Thank you for listening/reading/performing/arting/living.

Might as well buy 2 tickets...at least. http://www.pghplaywrights.com/noah

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Thursday, May 2, 2013

How I Operate 5/2

Today...I feel like...there's so much to do...and...I can't do it all. Folks say..."do what you can"...but...my name is Can-dace...and I can do a whole lot....so then ppl say..."you're doing too much"...and I say how do YOU know what I'm doing? They say..."I see you on Facebook, and its a whole lot." and I think...I can't even tell Facebook half of the places I go...or else...I wouldn't get there...or I'd be late, or i'd be text driving. and that's not good for business. I'm just not a home body. I've been busy since birth. sometimes I do sit down with black piece of paper, either for origami, or drawing, or doodling ancient geometry. I do know I have to tighten my writing. That's one thing I'm working on. I'm taking some public speaking courses to improve my skills there as well. I intend to be speaking professionally for a long time. I have beautiful daydreams of vacationing in a hotel suite with plenty to eat for one week with no phone. Just a notebook and several different kinds of pens. and a lot of lotion...more than the hotel room gives...cuz I may walk around naked a whole lot and i just can't look down at my own ashy ankles. that would be depressing. then I would sleep instead of write. I do like to cry and write. that helps out a lot. Even earlier this week I wrote...instead of crying. I was so upset at this thing that happened...so I exhaled real hard and got right on my laptop. He sat and watched me go at it and waited patiently until I was done. I felt so strong and in control of my emotions. He probably does this all the time. but he didn't tell me what to do. He trusted that I would handle myself appropriately. I'm not sure why that almost jerks a tear out of me now...I am allowed to cry and write....whenever and wherever I want to. God is so...good.