About Henry Del Rosario
"Where to now, boss? To the sky, I suppose."
Henry Del Rosario is an asian-american artist from the midwest. He is interested in everything humans were created to create. He is fascinated by growth. "Is he sleeping?" a casual passerby might inquire upon finding him under the sky. "No, I think he's daydreaming," Henry's hands reply.
"There's nothing more truly artistic than to love people."- Vincent Van Gogh
He is a pre-med student currently attending the University of Illinois earning his Molecular & Cellular Biology and English degree. He likes to pretend he's a graphic designer or musician from time to time. Unfortunately, he has episodes in which his brain controls his body, using it is an instrument for literary divinations, film directing, or human cartography.
If it weren't for people, his heart probably wouldn't be set upon serving other hearts.
About Henri Del Rosario
Current Notions of An Embarrassed Mind:
Henri Del Rosario is a tree, made of bark. He has grown tall and mighty, yet he remains only a trunk. There are roots, but he has no limbs. "Where are your branches?" a boy asks. "I've traded them for something better," the tree replies. It is true. Henry has traded his branches for something better.
Boy exits stage right. Sun prepares to set. Medium close up of Henri's face. Shadows grow into the east. Expression is cast down.
"That's right, I've traded my branches for something better."
Time passes... What has the tree gained for losing his branches? His branches were homes for birds and the shade for children. Where now shall the sun set upon?...
To Mother,
It has been a long time since I have last seen you. Are you fairing well? I hope father is healthy. I remember seeing his eyes when he saw me off the last time I was home. The last words he said were, "You'll never survive in the jungle." I laughed, but I think you were too sad to laugh with me at that point. I'm eating regularly, just like you've always wanted.
People are so interesting here. They have their own hands and eyes and ears! And how they use them! It's beautiful, I think. They'll make you laugh. I'm sure of it. When I think of the family, I make sure to pray for my brother and sister. They too are knowing people, like me. They are fairing well. I'm sure of it.
You can see a fire when someone creates. It starts in their eyes and burns to their neck, through their chest, and into another world. Do not all worlds desire in this way?
Burning and desiring, if I were not to find the tide, what is my heart for?
I think I am a tree.
Your son who loves you,- Henri Del Rosario
Time passes. The tree looks forward. The sun is setting. Clouds edge closer from the corners, in my mind. The fourth wall. It disappears.
"Do you know what you will do now?" says she, as the sea approaches.
"I'm not sure. But I think not wanting to know is what I do not want to do," replies Henri, the tree. His eyes seek the point where the sun meets the water.
"Is it hard to dream?" says she, as the tide approaches.
"What is my hand for?" Henri breathes to the sea.
"I'll pray that you'll fall down," says she, as la mer approaches.
"I'll pray that I'll give in."
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