The TIme Machine

  If I was able to go back in time, I would go backto the 80's the era when hip hop first started comming up. Rap, B-Boys, Graffiti, and everything Hip Hop is. Life would be rough but not as rough as it is today. I would be in New York the birth place of Hip Hop, back when graffiti was every and djs would dj at local parks and local artist would rap to the beat with skill.

 
My favorite subject is graffiti, not only because its my passion but because back then it was more involved in life. Every where you turned there would be graffiti well atleast in the Bronx and in New York city. Back then it was real graffiti, not gang type stuff. To me thats what messed it up for us, gangs, and idiots who didn't do it for the love of art. I always say " It don't matter if i don't get fame, I love art and art loves me."

  I always loved to dance, ever since first saw Michael J. do the moon walk. I fell in love with the art of dancing and I would always try to dance. Come middle school, I started doing it more. Every chance I could actually, and coming from a mexican family, dancing is something we do every weekend or when were cleaning the house. I always wanted to learn how to break dance, but for me it's just another little kid fantasy.

   Rapping is just something I wouldn't be able to see myself doing, because I'm not the most fluent speaker you would ever meet. You can say I have slight speech inpediments. I'm good with words but when they come out it's hard to say, I always say " It's because I have to much stuff running threw my head." and it's true, I'm always getting ahead of myself.

  I guess, guess a time machine would be great to have, just so you can go back and relive some of the past. This is just a slice of the cake I would like to travel back to. One is reliving the past but fixing mistakes that should of never happened  is another, but thats another story.

  To all those that know me and to all those who are yet to meet me, I'm Eliud and only at the age of sixteen I'm one of Albuquerque's greatest graffiti artist, but before I get more into detail let me start from the beginning. 

  Well my story starts way before I could even write, back when I was just a baby. Drawing and coloring 100 paged coloring books from the Family dollar.I would need a new book every weekend, making sure I wouldn't Saturday morning cartoons. I used to love watching Spider-man and X-men, I guess all the colorful clothes and weird robotic weapons they would use made me have such a great imagination. I always thought when grow I was going to be a power rangers but I guess when I finally got older I decided tights and masks weren't me.

  Growing up in the South valley and the West side, I was always surrounded by gangs, drug dealers and kids who I know are probably sitting in jail or out causing destruction. As a little yougin, I was kind of drifting into that life.I had a ride or die homie we started doing stuff together and even hanging out with gangs, positive out come of that is that one of the gang members was an artist and I started combining art with gang activity.This is how I got influenced to do graffiti, and  8 year old kid out in the streets putting his name up and his gang. 

  Come around the age of 12 and I decided to start skating, yea I had the long hair and rocked out jewelry. I started drifting out of the gang scene and me my homie started skating and said we were going to leave that life behind. Funny story is that a couple months passed and he introduced me to his uncle a O.G. graffiti artist, Disko. I started going back and remembering people telling me I have a talent for art. I started seeing a lot more of the graffiti scene, and it was like I was watching my Saturday morning cartoons. You can say that once I spray my first can I fell in love. I wish I could explain the feeling but its so great it's unexplainable. 

   I wish I could stop but it's like a virus, it's in me and I can't take it out.

Change.org

The war in Iraq has opened the eyes to many Americans. Some have discovered that the war was our fault and not Iraquis. We sold weapons to Iraq, and paid other troops to train Iraqui soldiers. This was happening way before George Bush jr. , this was happening ever since Ronald Regan. The situation was more invovled with George, some say that Binlandin was paid to play the part, Bindlandin was top ten of the most wanted list. The whole plane crashed was all Georges cause because he paid  the Iraquis to do it, so Americans would be distracted from a even larger situation, what the situation is I don't know. All know is that Obama is making a change and is starting with Iraq.

Wisdom Story

  Just like the young man in the short story my way of throwing starfish back in the sea is by being a good friend. Growing up in a rough nieghborhood, I never really had many friends. My mom tells me that I would cry because I didn't have anyfriends and nobody wanted to play with me. The only friend I had was my cousin Javi but he lived 45 minutes away from me and I got to see him on the weekends.

 Hanging out with my cousin Javi everyweekend brought many new face, mostly girls, but you know how that goes. I'm not say he's gay or anything of that nature, but he was a ladies man. I guess I got a lot of knowledge about ladies from him. I also learned that being a good friend is to always be there and give and don't expect nothing in return.

  As the years passed I made more friends at school I met this really cool cat, we called him Antz.Don't really know why but we just did. We spent many years hanging out no problems, till he started acting like another person, he even made me regret something till this day. After many struggles of being a good friend and just getting treated like crap, I just gave up and ditch him.

  High school came and now I go to school with a lot of kids from my middle school and most of them are my real good friends and some aren't. I guess change is all a part of growing up, some kids I know are heading no where and some are on the right track. One girl i will never forget is my ex girlfriend from the past two years, because till this day we're still talking and even her mom says we just can't be without another.

   I guess what I'm trying to say is that friendships are like the last piece of cake, tast so good while it last but whens its all gone your never going to get that same piece back. My parents always told me you don't need anybody who's going to bring you down, but hang out with the right crowd who's going somewhere in life.

Diego Rivera

Well in this piece i see a married couple working out in the fields together, and the husband falls because all the flowers in the basket are to heavy. His wife or senorita helps him get back on his feet. Now what i feel, is love because the women is the stronger emotional person than the man. I feel like Diego was having issuses and Frida helped him get back on his feet, just out of the love and relationship they have together.

The New Colossus

The New Colossus


Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
—Emma Lazarus, 1883

I believe that this poem is saying that Americans are greedy, self centered people because they describe all imagrants or people who don't live there as homeless, poor, worthless people. I guess the french knew that Americans were so stupid that they could secretly put these words in the poem and make them believe its good.I am not going to lie Americans can be very igonarant and most of them think that they are the best, but not all Americans think like this and these are the smart Americans.