<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922544253685864789</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:17:20.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rashaan Cruzé</title><subtitle type='html'>Art news 2009, inspiring the world one curl at a time!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922544253685864789.post-1882599903342453010</id><published>2011-04-07T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:34:22.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyers for Musicians!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVjm0EU1Ai8/TZ4Dn_24ZOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/RvQZrc3CT28/s1600/alison_web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SequQktY6t4/TZ4Ac7ma3DI/AAAAAAAAAyE/uogKYZ1As1I/s400/soul_traveler_art.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592908284275907634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922544253685864789-874881785419741044?l=rashaancruze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/feeds/874881785419741044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2011/04/soul-traveler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/874881785419741044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/874881785419741044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2011/04/soul-traveler.html' title='Soul Traveler'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SequQktY6t4/TZ4Ac7ma3DI/AAAAAAAAAyE/uogKYZ1As1I/s72-c/soul_traveler_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922544253685864789.post-2680735334715009187</id><published>2009-07-27T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:07:55.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cherry blossom girl, somebody loves you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sm4D8Aul9tI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FkbYpkv4TvE/s1600-h/cherry_4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sm4D8Aul9tI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FkbYpkv4TvE/s200/cherry_4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363228535767299794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another deep, complex, and creative expression (free style) from Artist, Sky Pacheco, based on my painting "&lt;a href="http://rashaancruze.com/humans.htm"&gt;Cherry Blossom Girl&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASCARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady in modern ruins&lt;br /&gt;Residing in a neon city&lt;br /&gt;Where puddles of shadows&lt;br /&gt;Long to be light&lt;br /&gt;Simmering in systematic glamorous brulee&lt;br /&gt;Living to pay play stay&lt;br /&gt;Bon voyeur&lt;br /&gt;Whilst wisdom &amp;amp; innocence took&lt;br /&gt;The new-clear veneer&lt;br /&gt;Velveteen dreams&lt;br /&gt;synapses steams&lt;br /&gt;metrocosmopolitano&lt;br /&gt;Stranger to be strange&lt;br /&gt;Twirling in day-glo popping&lt;br /&gt;Neo lustology&lt;br /&gt;Mascara runs&lt;br /&gt;Crème le crème them&lt;br /&gt;2G me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky Pacheco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://etherialhumantechnology.com/"&gt;etherialhumantechnology.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922544253685864789-2680735334715009187?l=rashaancruze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/feeds/2680735334715009187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/07/cherry-blossom-girl-somebody-loves-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/2680735334715009187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/2680735334715009187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/07/cherry-blossom-girl-somebody-loves-you.html' title='cherry blossom girl, somebody loves you.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sm4D8Aul9tI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FkbYpkv4TvE/s72-c/cherry_4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922544253685864789.post-4497992327803565149</id><published>2009-07-24T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:49:32.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration. It's contagious. (freestyle for Maya)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sm4u9P0MMzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Zk-z0zritoI/s1600-h/colleen_6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sm4u9P0MMzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Zk-z0zritoI/s200/colleen_6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363275835997172530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artist, Sky Pacheco, was inspired by my recent painting &lt;a href="http://rashaancruze.com/humans.htm"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rashaancruze.com/humans.htm"&gt;Maya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rashaancruze.com/humans.htm"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt; and wrote the following poem (freestyle). I love to inspire people, and I love to be inspired as well, I am so very grateful for both. His poem helped me to see Maya on a deeper level, and made me aware of the perceptions that other people will have of my work. I am seeing her now from another point of view, it feels so intimate and makes her even more real to me. I love you art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soaked in the ether of her love&lt;br /&gt;pondering passion&lt;br /&gt;amidst a digital backdrop&lt;br /&gt;connected beneath the skin intrinsically&lt;br /&gt;once a soloist&lt;br /&gt;zen of the lost&lt;br /&gt;now i float symmetrically&lt;br /&gt;in her symphony of love&lt;br /&gt;deeper in her than bach&lt;br /&gt;deeper in me than mozart&lt;br /&gt;her lotus organic and moist&lt;br /&gt;cosmos on her lips&lt;br /&gt;gazing at the stars caught in her hair&lt;br /&gt;her hips a pendulum&lt;br /&gt;swing and sway&lt;br /&gt;poetic kisses&lt;br /&gt;along her contoured lines&lt;br /&gt;a renaissance princess rush&lt;br /&gt;velvet crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky Pacheco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://etherialhumantechnology.com/"&gt;etherialhumantechnology.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in; 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It&apos;s contagious. (freestyle for Maya)'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sm4u9P0MMzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Zk-z0zritoI/s72-c/colleen_6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922544253685864789.post-8165145732315112360</id><published>2009-07-22T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:17:46.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I plan to paint every surface possible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Smff3ob52mI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9S3K3RHInTQ/s1600-h/pots_for_peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Smff3ob52mI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9S3K3RHInTQ/s200/pots_for_peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361500028248119906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/SmfeitLRFYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hTJbIXxNlB8/s1600-h/3_pots_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/SmfeitLRFYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hTJbIXxNlB8/s200/3_pots_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361498569231635842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh boy...I went from painting canvases to painting clay gardening pots. What the F is going on? I don't know but I do love it. So my idea was to paint these pots for people's gardens because when I look out into the world I always start imagining beautiful blooming gardens and everything colored in rainbow paint (for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reals&lt;/span&gt;). So this is my attempt to make that a reality. My roommate and dear friend Laura suggested I plant succulence in them to add to their value. How could I not? So now I have a green thumb as well. What the double F?! Yeah, I'm really evolving :). I also wanted to add some love consciousness up in the mix so inside of each pot I write this prayer, "I wish you to have love, joy, and peace". That's the best part because it feels really good writing it without knowing who will end up with the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see where this new artistic adventure takes me. I'm thinking of showing the artsy hip stores on Sunset Junction so they can sell them, or maybe craft fairs, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ETSY&lt;/span&gt;, or perhaps they'll be gifts for my friends and family. Either way I lose time while making them so that means I'm having fun and enjoying myself...right? ;)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;/span&gt;For more pics of the Pots you can visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rashaancruze.com/garden.htm"&gt;http://rashaancruze.com/garden.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rashaancruze.com/garden.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cruzé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rashaancruze.com/garden.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922544253685864789-8165145732315112360?l=rashaancruze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/feeds/8165145732315112360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/07/green-thumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/8165145732315112360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/8165145732315112360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/07/green-thumb.html' title='I plan to paint every surface possible.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Smff3ob52mI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9S3K3RHInTQ/s72-c/pots_for_peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922544253685864789.post-2391518232035638341</id><published>2009-07-19T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:05:17.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My paintings are the boss of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/SmPpAzUKdUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IAovsjJ7E-8/s1600-h/maya_orig_2_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/SmPpAzUKdUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IAovsjJ7E-8/s200/maya_orig_2_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360384181485073730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is "Maya". She is powerful. If you see her in person, her eyes have speckles of olive green, sweet orange, deep dark brown, and gold. When I began her, like most of the women I paint, I have mucho resistance which turns into frustration and moodiness. Painting people is like giving birth for me. I've never given birth but in a way I am giving birth to these women who I've never met, they even have an energy and message that I didn't intend, but is unique to each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so bizarre when I finally complete a piece because it never ends up with how I started. I've heard many artist have this experience. Somewhere along the way, the painting takes over and this woman emerges and she's telling me what to do! I had a different title picked for this piece, but I clearly heard the word Maya. Then I painted tears running down her face and I wanted to darken them but for some reason no matter now many layers I added, they remained really light...so I went with that. I guess she wasn't feeling as sad as I wanted to portray her as. Okay. Then she seemed to want something on her face, but to me her face was so pretty why muck it up? But this bad-ass Egyptian, Indian, Mexican, American Indian Goddess wanted some bad-ass warrior marks. I was like "damn girl, you want to cover up those high-cheek bones!?" and she was like "do it now". Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later researched the word Maya and found that in Hindi it means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Grand Illusion&lt;/span&gt;. Well now that made perfect sense because I felt this feminine being with her fierce stare out into the Unknown, had discovered an illusion that would be no more.  Yeah, she told me this too, so don't think I'm just making stuff up. So for the longest time Maya believed she had no power. Because of this lie she had anxiety about the past, future and especially in the now. She kept searching for her power through a variety of external worldly ways, like money, success, beauty, relationships, etc. But due to a recent rebirth experience she found her power had been INSIDE her ALL ALONG and always would be. Oh snap! No more searching ever? That's gonna save her a lot of energy. (I told her this but she didn't laugh). So that was the illusion...that her power would show up later or through something else. But our greatest point of power is right NOW, in this NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She greets the world with new deep brave and beautiful eyes. She KNOWS her worth. Wow...I'm getting chills. I wish for all of us including myself to always know our worth. And to set boundaries so that we only allow what we are worth into our lives and that we allow ourselves to open up receive what we are worth. (That means don't block your good, and enjoy your joy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya has every culture in her, because it really doesn't matter does it? She is a child of God and that is what matters. She's facing the world with her new (but not new at all) strength, courage, and wisdom. She knows she is whole, and she looks forward to lovingly protecting herself, those she loves, and living her life in this divine powerful way. I love you Maya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she won't be with me long, like most of recent painting I do not become too attached because I know they will find a new home to inspire, heal, and speak to someone else (or some many) in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss cruzé&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922544253685864789-2391518232035638341?l=rashaancruze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/feeds/2391518232035638341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-art-is-boss-of-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/2391518232035638341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/2391518232035638341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-art-is-boss-of-me.html' title='My paintings are the boss of me.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/SmPpAzUKdUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IAovsjJ7E-8/s72-c/maya_orig_2_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922544253685864789.post-8098724096931949332</id><published>2009-06-20T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:53:43.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be like you...oh I am you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sj0cmB1lYWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XBem2KHWlWs/s1600-h/amber_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sj0cmB1lYWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XBem2KHWlWs/s200/amber_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349463372039807330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sj0aB2XuMVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/btt16oGE1oY/s1600-h/amber_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sj0aB2XuMVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/btt16oGE1oY/s200/amber_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460551463219538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a story about my little sister. We are twins, yes, we are 9 years apart but numbers are irrelevant when you know yourself to be in true love. We've gone back and forth between teacher, student, mother, daughter, even father, and best friend, for each other. Whenever I see her, I cannot stop starring at her. I feel like I'm looking into a mirror, not physically but into my self. CRAZY. And I feel all tingly. And YES, I am drug-free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Amber J. Cruzé, (she changed her last name too so we are both Cruzé now ). She exudes strength, beauty, authenticity, creativity, and magical powers. I use to want to be like her because she is fierce. And then one day I realized, oh my goodness, her and I are a reflection of each other. We are separately authentic and we are a reflection of the best of ourselves. We've even grown emotionally, spiritually, and mentally at the same rate, even when in separate cities. Every time we see each other our souls melt into each other and we influence one another and take our new stuff home to create with. We've both encouraged each other to take our art to the next level, to work our asses off for our art, to be warriors for our art. And to fiercely brave enough to know we are worth sharing our art with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, love love love :) She just launched her new jewelry collection called "Amber's Pirate Booty". I am beyond proud of her, especially since this is a newer art for her and she is already having such success. The collection is earthy, sexy, divine, ...basically jewelry for Goddesses, which I believe EVERY woman is. I recently left Santa Fe where her and I made a necklace together and once I was back in LA, I kept getting compliments on it. Mostly from Goddess women ;) And I thought to myself, why doesn't my sister have a gallery page where people can view all of the pieces she's made? She's been selling her pieces in stores, so selling them on-line is the next natural step. So I built her a web page. &lt;a href="http://rashaancruze.com/amber.htm"&gt;http://rashaancruze.com/amber.htm&lt;/a&gt;. I hope you enjoy it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to being vulnerable and open all the way, so you can feel the infinite wholeness of love. It's inside of us already and permanently, isn't that amazing? We already have it inside! We don't have to go looking around for it, desperate, hungry, begging for love. (Read "The Mastery of Love" by Don Miguel Ruiz). We are pure love. When I KNOW that and I feel it, I am the kindest person and I don't take things personal because I have respect for myself and I'm not worried about "not getting mine", because I got it all baby! And so do you. It takes practice to remember there isn't anything you are lacking but if you can remind yourself every morning you will be high on life, you will be high in the moment. AND your energy will effect other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss Cruzé&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922544253685864789-8098724096931949332?l=rashaancruze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/feeds/8098724096931949332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-be-like-youoh-i-am-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/8098724096931949332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/8098724096931949332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-be-like-youoh-i-am-you.html' title='I want to be like you...oh I am you.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sj0cmB1lYWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XBem2KHWlWs/s72-c/amber_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922544253685864789.post-7336038338573885473</id><published>2009-06-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:44:05.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger, the new pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sj0RvHowW8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/msJGcCMz5co/s1600-h/want_to_fly_final__blog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sj0RvHowW8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/msJGcCMz5co/s200/want_to_fly_final__blog.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349451433587530690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not supposed to EVEN be showing this piece of art (on the left) but I just had to. And I promise not to put it on my website, facebook or myspace. I was going to wait until my show but I'm still learning that virtue called, what is it again? Oh, yes...patience. It's my newest piece and I call it "You Make Me Want to Fly". It was one of my most difficult pieces ever. Why? Because my ego was trying to run the show the whole time. I was so frustrated the ENTIRE process. I was like "GOD! This painting f-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; sucks, I hate my life". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, yeah, that kind of stuff. It's true. I can't even believe I finished it and to see it in person...it is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could trust the process of creating a little bit more I think it would help with the constant self-sabotage and temper tantrums I am throwing against myself. But I'm working on it. My ego keeps telling me I am running out of time and it's making me compare myself to other people I don't even know. I want to have my ego shot so I can freely prance around rainbow land.  Working on this too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this piece is on a wood panel, 10 in. x 10 in., and I used so many things to make it. Here's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt;: spray paint (gold!), acrylic paint, my old school typewriter, graphite, photos, poetry, ink (pearlescent!), and pen. I'm starting to believe and own that I am an artist. One hint that I am beginning to take note of is that my heart rate goes up when I think of creating art and I feel stimulated like I just drank 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pepsi's&lt;/span&gt; whenever I see bright colors. I'll tell you my 3 most favorite colors that make my heart palpitate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fuschia&lt;/span&gt;, turquoise, and Indian yellow. I know there is a God because he/she/the universe made these colors. Shot out to the universe, boo-yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and love, and remember...face your fears. It hurts, but I'm finding it hurts more not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922544253685864789-7336038338573885473?l=rashaancruze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/feeds/7336038338573885473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-i-wont-be-so-angry-one-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/7336038338573885473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/7336038338573885473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-i-wont-be-so-angry-one-day.html' title='Anger, the new pink.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sj0RvHowW8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/msJGcCMz5co/s72-c/want_to_fly_final__blog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922544253685864789.post-8013266024655559792</id><published>2009-06-11T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:19:26.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got in trouble in Santa Fe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/SjFpSq9HTPI/AAAAAAAAABs/aD1zakGDrn4/s1600-h/nieto_princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/SjFpSq9HTPI/AAAAAAAAABs/aD1zakGDrn4/s200/nieto_princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346170002154671346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Santa Fe last week, and my sister Amber Cruzé (we both have the same name now :), asked me in her very most stern voice if I was done taking a break from having art shows. Doh! (As Homer Simpson would say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did some soul searching and now I am working on a new series. Santa Fe lit a fire under my booty, not to mention I sometimes let my younger sister be the boss of me.  I've been waking up at 7:30 a.m., then I do my secret garden/chai latte ritual (to get my day started on my terms and on my purpose versus the rat race in L.A.), then I paint for hours. It's hard work espeically since all my demon / insecure voices yell at me most of the time. But secretly I like it better than acting because I get to write the script (in other words I get to paint the canvas with my own message). And facing your fears is kind of fierce, it's like totally the new trend ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...keep posted for when my next art show will be. I'm thinking Santa Fe, Los Angeles or Planet Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. The painting above is by Santa Fe artist, John Nieto. My GOD he inspires me! Look at his colors, is he for real? I feel his art and I see it. Thank you John!&lt;span style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922544253685864789-8013266024655559792?l=rashaancruze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/feeds/8013266024655559792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-went-to-santa-fe-last-week-and-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/8013266024655559792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/8013266024655559792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-went-to-santa-fe-last-week-and-my.html' title='I got in trouble in Santa Fe.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/SjFpSq9HTPI/AAAAAAAAABs/aD1zakGDrn4/s72-c/nieto_princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922544253685864789.post-7427385394575052937</id><published>2009-05-02T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:06:41.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...hello there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sf4KM9nyXcI/AAAAAAAAABk/VJtz7WG4eQs/s1600-h/grove_4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sf4KM9nyXcI/AAAAAAAAABk/VJtz7WG4eQs/s200/grove_4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331710226669395394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1593833729 1073750107 16 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoFooter, li.MsoFooter, div.MsoFooter  {margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  tab-stops:center 3.0in right 6.0in;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p  {mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  margin-right:0in;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh hello there! My name is Rashaan Cruzé. I'm passionate, carefree and very silly. I adore being an artist because I get to be completely honest, vulnerable and bold...then I get to share it with the world. This scares me to death but at the same time exhilarates me. I guess that's normal artist turmoil stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My art is described as having duende [spirit, blood, passion, depth, a visceral element], Sort of Warhol gone erotic, Marin Independent Journal, July 2008. My favorite artists right now are Sabrina Ward Harrison, Audrey Kawasaki, Frida Kahlo, PapayaArt, and my divine, wise, and gorgeous sister, Amber Cruzé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Books that changed my life include "The Artists Way" by Julia Cameron, "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho, and "The Mastery of Love" by Don Miguel Ruiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe there are only two ways to live your life, based on fear or love. If you pick love, your everyday life can start to seem kind of magical. I like that. It takes A LOT of practice, but I like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is one my favorite passages from the book The Alchemist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“The boy didn't know what a person's Personal Legend was.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“It's what you have always wanted to accomplish. Everyone, when they are young, knows what their Personal Legend is. At some point in their lives, everything is clear and everything is possible. They are not afraid to dream, and to yearn for everything they would like to see happen to them in their lives...The Soul of the World is nourished by people's happiness and, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” –from the Alchemist by Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922544253685864789-7427385394575052937?l=rashaancruze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/feeds/7427385394575052937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohhello-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/7427385394575052937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922544253685864789/posts/default/7427385394575052937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rashaancruze.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohhello-there.html' title='Oh...hello there!'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/Sf4KM9nyXcI/AAAAAAAAABk/VJtz7WG4eQs/s72-c/grove_4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
