My Friends Artists

I have a painter friend who clean floors at night in an office. My friend is not only a painter, is a great artist. It is a simple and noble man who has the curious ability to see things with different eyes and manages to put on canvas what she sees. My friend the painter had his moment of fame, received prestigious national and international awards, appeared in magazines, newspapers and television, was famous ... while it lasted. But my friend the painter left his world where his art was known and recognized and moved to vacant land with endless possibilities. My friend the painter, now painted in silence, at home, in secret, without the world knowing the great artist he is. My friend the painter is now a hostage of the dollar, an economic prisoner, an artist maimed because of your wallet and your table.

I have a musician friend who fill out forms in an office. My friend musician plays jazz in a way enviable. Managed to get to the strings of his guitar notes, degradation and vibrate the soul. It is my musician friend for over twenty years. It was part of a musical group in his country, has performed with international greats and his music has been admired by virtuosos in more than one occasion. But my musician friend, seeking a better life, migrated and now fill out forms in an office all day because it makes money. My friend musician plays occasionally at a restaurant, but it does so only occasionally. My musician friend subjugate his art to money.

I have an actress friend who cares for her children and tries to sell a pilot to a TV channel. My friend actress studied at an acting school in Brazil, worked in theater, television and film. My friend actress dreams of tables, tables living and knows no greater joy than that provided by the tables. But my mother wanted to be an actress friend, wanted to start a family and wanted to emigrate to a place with more possibilities. That way it ended up being a housewife who cares for children and dreams of lights and scenes and acts, ... if he acts, but only against their children and their families. And that my friend can not stop actress to be an actress if only a housewife.

I have many artist friends who keep their art in a drawer. I have many artist friends who suffer in silence the amputation of his art, weeping tears of watercolor, musical notes and fervent applause. I have many artist friends who surrendered, not followed, which have been postponed, they expect to have forgotten that they are artists and they are nothing more than that, artists.

Ruben Alfonso, 2010

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