And so it ends with me. I’m Rebekah and I too grew up in Winston-Salem and was always among those whining about its lack of activities to do and boring location. As I age and am readying myself to leave the nest I’m beginning to see all the hidden charm that escaped me as a child. I’m attending UNC Charlotte next year with almost nothing in mind for what I’d like to study.
I myself have no talent in most of the arts but I’ve always been lucky enough to surround myself with beautiful people and even more beautiful artists. I’m introducing myself more and more to the art world every day and would love to discuss it with any of you! I enjoy yard sailing and making mosaics out of old china plates. My real true passion though is creating slam work and finding new artists. A few of my favorites are Buddy Wakefield, Anis Mojgani, Taylor Mali, Big Poppa E, Mike Rosen, Chad Anderson, Denice Frohman, Andrea Gibson was my first love and I could keep going.
I was raised the youngest in a divorced household. I was a strange kid who was convinced my parents were aliens until age 8. My mother is a strong baptist woman and my father is a converted Jew to a Moravian. Flip flopping back and forth like a ping pong I’ve never had a strong sense of home in either house and instead am more partial to making homes within humans. I have two older siblings, one of whom is no longer living. My oldest sibling was Seth, a bright eyed boy who went off to war and never came back. My sister is Sarah Elizabeth and she’s shaped who I am completely without knowing it. I fit into the last role my family needed, the little redhead who didn’t talk and read too much. I grew up on oldies and westerns with my Dad, but my musical taste can be described as similar to the two lovelies above me but I also love rap. Classical, old school, new, underground, all of it. Its format is so similar to poetry that I think they are but extensions of each other.
I hope to one day live in Argentina and have a big, big dog.