"Unwavering Soldier"; graphite on paper.
So here's my story, Part 5:
My home town is Honolulu, Hawai'i. I've moved around a lot during my life, like a gypsy, never staying in one place for very long, so I don't actually have a real "home town" in the way that other people do; for example, I went to twelve different schools in different continents. That said, Honolulu is one of the cities in this world that I embraced fully, and it embraced me back. In fact, my first language is Hawai'i Creole.
So after leaving Asia, I spent some time back on the island of O`ahu, where I got back in touch with nature. If you've never been to Hawai'i and are unfamiliar with the culture, nature is hugely important to the spirituality and religion of the island locals. Different aspects of nature make up the different gods and goddesses; Kane is the sky; Pele is the fire and the volcano; Kanaloa is the water — so the deities are alive and active in Hawai'i; they are not just abstract concepts; they are very real and have much influence and impact in daily life. Many of my relatives are hula dancers (hula is another very spiritual practise as well), so I grew up around lots of traditional Hawaiian music, too.
Spending time around the various wood carvings and traditional Hawaiian art, I was able to reconnect with the primal aspects of my heritage; to once again pick up on the hard lines, sloping curves, and myriad emotions depicted by my fellow islanders. Wild is beautiful. The jungles and the oceans are the homes of my people.
After recharging my spiritual batteries in Hawai'i, I went back to the mainland, to places that remind me how foreign mainland American culture is to that of the islands.
Check out my other posts to learn more about my story.
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