I look back to that faithful day
When my mom sat me down
Combing through my coarse curly hair
I then understood beauty in my mothers eyes
She didn't see tabloids of a trend that's so easily tossed aside
She did not see something that can be categorized by simple minds
No
My mother saw
Beauty of the African Woman
beyond the human vocabulary
The image of beauty sculpted by God Himself
And that coarse curly hair
gates to the wisdom straight from the stars
I smile to myself today knowing what my mother then saw
"A beauty that comes from within
Age itself cannot wrinkle"
-Betenas Abebayehu [Betty]
What does art mean to you?
To me everyone has a story to tell. Mine is told in a series of words. In the paintings of vocabulary. You can read so much into a persons life and character by the words they put out. Listen, hear and understand. Open your eyes and mind to it and let your heart be captivated in someone's story.