Monthly Archives: October 2010

Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 14

Posted on October 13, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Advertisements If you don’t decide where you stand you won’t know why you fell down. I deal in mental groceries. I want to feed my congregation. I don’t do fluff and I ain’t trying to cross over. If you want … Continue reading →

Posted in Black Arts, Craft, journal, Life., Performing Arts, Poetry, Theater | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 13

Posted on October 12, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Advertisements If it’s good make it better. There is no perfect; it’s just a direction we can walk in. Excellence. It’s an interesting word that begs the question according to whom to which I answer: Excelling to the degree that what is … Continue reading →

Posted in Craft, journal, Life., Performing Arts, Theater | Tagged , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Dairy of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am Pt. 12

Posted on October 11, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Advertisements We are who we say we are. Standing in the footlights paving a road others can follow. We are on the top of the mountain looking around at the terrain we have traveled. We are all need rest like air but … Continue reading →

Posted in Black Arts, Craft, journal, Life., Performing Arts, Theater | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Sunday Sermon for 10/10/10: The art of seeing the blessings.

Posted on October 11, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Advertisements I am blessed. I got good times and bad times just like you; but I stay blest. I am a blessing, seeing blessings all around, expecting blessing and constantly receiving them. If you woke up you are blessed, perhaps with … Continue reading →

Posted in Life. | Tagged | Leave a comment

Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt 11

Posted on October 9, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Advertisements We were born last night. In the glare of the lights, on a beautiful set, with a packed house, during a balmy evening that was perfect for outdoor theater; we took our first steps. We stood and we walked. … Continue reading →

Posted in Black Arts, Craft, Performing Arts, Theater | 2 Comments

Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Part 10

Posted on October 8, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Advertisements The din of the Theater Godz is deafening; their roar stills the rest of the world.We are about to be born. The portal is opening. Zen time. Rubber meets road here, but the time to bemoan final fates is past. … Continue reading →

Posted in Black Arts, Craft, Life., Performing Arts, Theater | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt 9

Posted on October 7, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Advertisements Ok, so I was whiny yesterday. Try being me. Although I adore the job it ain’t as easy as I make it look. But I am not now, nor have I ever been alone. I am blessed. I am … Continue reading →

Posted in Black Arts, Theater | Tagged , , | 2 Comments

Dairy of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Part 8

Posted on October 6, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Advertisements Yeah though I walk though the valley of shadow. I will remember to be the light. I will lead by example. Head high first into the fray; last to leave the field. I lead the charge by serving the story, … Continue reading →

Posted in Black Arts, Life., Theater | Tagged , , , | 1 Comment

Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 7

Posted on October 4, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Advertisements Blood on the stage. Well not on the stage but in the theater. No we’re not capping at each other… yet. We remain focused in the portal; we go forward in spite of all but the bumps of discord slamming incessantly at our … Continue reading →

Posted in Craft, Life., Theater | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt.6

Posted on October 3, 2010 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Advertisements Its dark in the portal, as dark as the inside of the womb. We are being birthed. Its quite here except for the sound of rhythm pitched just above the hum of white noise. We are traveling faster than light; its impossible … Continue reading →

Posted in Black Arts, Craft, Life. | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment