I have a passion for all things art; I love movies, plays, books, paintings, and music. I happen to think I’m talented less, and feel because I have no talent that I need to obtain those who do in order to make sense out of my world. Everyone is their own universe, and I find comfort in seeing the world through an artist’s eye. By taking in their work you can see what an artist soul is truly like, and this attracts me in so many levels.  Because for me it’s all about the mind: You will not reach the heart nor soul, until you have captured the mind. Which bring me to the Wynwood Art District.  Saturday night I found myself in the company of some fabulous people I had met via the world of twitter, and what we found was that even though it was our first meeting, it felt as though we had known each other forever.  Well with all our daily feeds it was bound to happy, that sooner or later we would catch each other’s eye due to our impeccable taste for fine art.  There’s nothing like having great company, entertaining conversations, winds of laughter and beautiful walks down the art galleries to but color back inside your life.

Since my return from New York, I have taken a back seat, not for lack of, but more so that I could have a better view on my prospective life.  And what I’ve gathered is that I’ve grown to appreciate the little things, and I have learned to appreciate Miami a little more, not only because of the beauty this city is projecting every day, but also because of the amazing people I am surrounding myself with that are allowing me to love my place of birth just a little extra.

I meet up with Jen and Rafael in North Miami after what seemed to be an endless rainstorm, which engulfed my car turning it into a river, because I left the sun roof open.