Prism Tears

Inspired by Shakespeare's work, Sylvia Plath and Lewis's Carrol brilliance, along with the classics' old and new and the ancient spheres of spiritual values, 'Prism Tears' is meant to offer a place for a reunion of thoughts transposed into the shape of heartfelt, ironical, playful and blue conversations through lyrics, rhythms, rhymes and 'small-talk'. More
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About Theodora Oniceanu

Before any introduction of my persona I would like to say 'Hello" and 'Very pleased to have drawn your attention with my work!' to all of you curious beautiful readers out there. I am very happy to be able to show part of my artistic vision and feelings through my writing-work, a result of my quests and researches which come from my early times of childhood when being told stories happened to make me create my own stories to tell then write and sometimes talk about, getting me later to the exploration of great writing and thinking, the ways of marvellous minds like the ones of Lewis Carrol, Hans Christian Andersen, Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Eugene Ionesco, James Joyce, Sylvia Plath, Mark Twain and many, many more, learning about the writing process and exploring it as much as I could.
Words can be good friends, one of the foods for the mind and soul that have the charges of atoms hiding away from our eyes many values and facets of the Universe, being able to show us the way or ways we evolve as humans, in spirit, in skill, in body and as a whole species. Just like a polyhedral compound, the visualised word goes through changes of perspective and form as it moves on the canvas of time, on supports that vary in means, meanings, functionality and usage as much as our senses do when allowed to move, get sharpened or rest for a new resurrection in the personal Universe - proposed by another human? -, (when in) another dimension and/or another time.

I was raised in the small town named Tirgu Mures, in Transylvania, a most wonderful region of Romania. My life as a kid was very much influenced by the beauty in the small things, the joy of living it all at its fullest: games, friendship, family, Christmas, everything had to be visited by something like a magic carrier: a special decoration, a snowflake melting in my palm, a butterfly or the rays of the sun spearing through the trees and their branches. This way of enjoying life was pretty much looked for by my spirit in the books I read and many were those of fantasy and magic lands that offered me an escape from the unpleasant realities; places where anyone can forget about their demons haunting them because their demons get defeated all the time! What can I say? It's magic!
I attended the classes of two public schools in this coquette little town and had the chance to study both sports at a high lever for two years and further more; I also studied music, arts and literature - perhaps not at the level I would have wanted to but it was a little more than just a nice try. The teachers had something of a professional in their ways of bringing out the best in everyone.
School was something I was seeing as a magical place where more interesting things about the world can be explored. Many were the fields that fascinated my imagination and I loved seeing later the application in fields and domains of interest of every single thing we learned, the creativity of man kind amazing my mind as a child and inspiring me to become a better human, first, then find my way to accomplish a dream that is perhaps a little greater that I initially thought, still, a very possible to make happen.
High-school was spent in a class of Philology at "Colegiul Alexandru Papiu Ilarian" the place where I had the exquisite pleasure of meeting and knowing Mrs. Jaqueline Oheix who was a kind supporter of the cultural events and drama shows of the French side of our side - the applied sciences of languages, philosophy, philology and history (where maths was always present_one just has to pick -up their inner glasses to see that - if things of the unwanted happen). I was lucky to have very good teachers there too.
Three years of college followed: English French Languages and Literature at the University of Petru Maior, in the same town, a place where I studied too little to my own shame as i was working full-time in a company where some of the most important teachings about life and businesses were taught. I was very lucky then too to have learned a lot of things and try to help myself get where I was planning to get: doing art my way. (?) Frank Sinatra would be proud of me, right now. :)
It is not the end of my journey, since I gave it one more try with another school but, this time I will call it off since it brought me only enough sadness: Sociology and Social Studies. I tried, I learned and I discovered that it was simply not for me, for us, those like me - too sensitive to take that, perhaps.
As I kept learning I developed though in the areas that are more convenient to me and my soul. Art can be learned from schools as well as it can be taught by nature and self-taught too. Reality will show that, in fact, those three work together for all the artists in the world; and not only for the artists but for what we call entrepreneurs too. It works for everyone who wants to do something and loved doing that.

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