In my almost 10 years as a makeup artist, beauty consultant, daring dancer and creative doyenne in Guyana. I’ve discovered a mystical, yet reoccurring and unfortunate truth: some of us are just too unwillingly lazy. Is it the heat? I always wondered why the higher temperatures didn’t ignite a fire within us to do more. Maybe it’s the Caucasian influence telling us Caribes that the Caribbean tropics is for fun and relaxing only.

Is the sun soaking up our energy? Impossible, according to those science oriented and obsessed, it is a fact according to their research that the sun gives energy. I became a victim last week, and was susceptible to the demands of success. I became ill. Dehydrated for the lack of not focusing and gearing my energy towards my diet and nutrition. I was more focused on work and makeup….only to realize like many women makeup can’t fix our flaws.
We become so consumed by earning a living, that we forget to live.

It’s worth the getting up an extra hour to take care of yourself first, before helping others. It’s not selfish to put yourself first. When traveling on a plane the flight crew always warns “during an emergency please put your oxygen mask on first before attending to the person or child next to you.” It’s for our own good, safety and sanity that we take care of ourselves first. It’s not selfish, it’s selfless and considerate.

I’ve noticed that I can’t teach, preach, and reach anyone if I’m between life and death. The extra time I add to my daily routine is for me, and that guilt that I once felt to satisfy my insatiable desire to look cute, is slowly fading off into the sunset. ‘Tis time to embrace my greatness and allow inner beauty to radiate on the outside. No more lounging around like an addict, as long as wearing makeup doesn’t affect my productivity, all’s well that ends well. I’m back and ready to rumble, there is no stopping or slowing down. I’m not a victim of makeup, I’m makeup domineering and daring dilettante and I will wear the lipstick of my heart’s desire. Repeat after me!

Transitioning from downer to doyenne had its trials. It wasn’t easy, after a while it felt like and addiction, and the voice and screams of the haters grew louder “you’re an addict!” As if it beauty and fashion is some sort of drug connoisseurs use.
Art isn’t mechanics, there isn’t one set manual alone. It adjusts and depends on the look an individual is trying to achieve. The toughest task as an artist is explaining the essence of true art and how it functions and adds value to everyday life.

How do I teach people who think I’m addicted? How do I teach those who lack personality and won’t hone into their true identity. How do I assist in guiding a nation stifled by their conscience?
There’s no way to tell a woman she is gorgeous, if she’s afraid of expressing herself.
What creatives do isn’t science, it is not logic, it cannot be simply explained…it’s Art!
Art is a combination of talent, style, grace, hope, patience, creativity, technique, and mastery.

Though the pseudos and dilettantes will argue Picasso’s genius and try to explain the though process of Da Vinci, the connoisseurs and creative geniuses have better things to do with their time. Perhaps, continue world dominance, provoking change for the better, and keep creating. Being altruistic inundated and passive about the world, the crown and anything worth living for, maybe love. There is no cracking the Da Vinci code. One does not simply decipher art, this isn’t paint by numbers.

Respect professional artists, stop referring to them as hobbyists, it’s not fun, and it’s more than just passion. The world would be a dead boring uninteresting dreary and sad place to live in if Artists didn’t take the time effort and energy to create something riveting and beautiful. Makeup is art, it’s an additive, it inspires people to be better, and gives its wearer that extra push in the right direction. It encourages us to live a full and productive life, embrace the magic of makeup and as the Spanish say “live mas!”