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| - self-portrait - |
HER-story:
With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...CASIMIRA
Sunday, May 19
Saturday, May 18
your scent, my heart, the wind
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| - 2013 mixed media from series - |
and followed you.
One day the wind brought me your scent,
my heart swelled in gratitude
and scattered in the wind." - RUMI
Friday, May 17
Thursday, May 16
con alma de mar
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| - from my journals - |
amanecí con ganas de volar,
vamos a bailar,
vamos a soñar,
amanecí con alma de mar...
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awake and wanting to create,
awake and wanting to fly,
let's dance,
let's dream
I am awake with the soul of the sea...
Wednesday, May 15
don't ask why this delights
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| - 2013 mixed media - |
your absence fans my love.
Don't ask how.
Then you come near.
"Do not...," I say, and
"Do not...," you answer.
Don't ask why
this delights me."
- RUMI
Tuesday, May 14
remembering MIMI
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| - my grandmother Lillian - |
Monday, May 13
dance the changing of life, the freedom of women
- Isadora Duncan (1877 – 1927)
Sunday, May 12
M A M A

excerpt from the book, The Art of Motherhood:
"...As daughters, we are brought up to believe we can achieve anything if we work for it, and this assumption, for many, leads to long, high-powered careers in which people do what we suggest...Then comes motherhood. Suddenly, we're not in charge. A tiny thing that can't walk or talk decides when (or if) we get dressed, when we eat or chat, whether we go out (probably not), and where (somewhere with child-friendly feeding rooms). Above all, it stops us sleeping. Resistance isn't the answer. By the birth of my third child, I finally got it: I should imagine I was a reckless student again for a few months, and everything would be fine - no set bedtime, no responsibilities, no deadlines that couldn't be extended, and no career plan. Long lie-ins and little afternoon snoozes; reading novels and watching daytime TV. Dashing from recently discovered coffee shop or gallery to tea at a new friend's apartment. I felt lost and out of my depth, but exhilarated by the sense of a new life unfolding, every relationship being reevaluated, and endless possibilities opening up..."
- Susannah Marriott © 2004
letting go of control
going with the flow
perfect imperfection
reevaluating relationships...for I am no longer the same person
I am a mother now...
originally posted in 2009
Saturday, May 11
sons and daughters of life's longing for itself
| - my son, photo circa 2009 or 2010 - |
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable."
- Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)
Friday, May 10
la vida
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| - mixed media - |
Life is a game - play it.
Life is a challenge - meet it.
Life is a dream - realize it.
Life is a sacrifice - offer it.
Life is love - enjoy it." - Sri Sathya Sai Baba (1926-2011)
Thursday, May 9
new moon solar eclipse
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| - madre luna - |
Wednesday, May 8
where no one sees you
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| - 2013 mixed media - |
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art." - RUMI
Tuesday, May 7
Monday, May 6
ancestors
"Every WOman is a quotation from all HER ancestors."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
what wonderfully strange dreams I've had all weekend...
Sunday, May 5
en el ultimo trago me besas
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| - Frida Kahlo and Chavela Vargas, 2013 mixed media - |
y en el ultimo trago nos vamos.
Quiero ver a que sabe tu olvido,
sin poner en mis ojos tus manos.
Esta noche no voy a rogarte,
esta noche te vas de deveras.
Que dificil tratar de olvidarte,
sin que sienta que ya no me quieras...
Nada me han enseñado los años,
siempre caigo en los mismos errores,
otra vez a brindar con extraños,
y a llorar por los mismos dolores...
Tomate esta botella conmigo,
y en el ultimo trago me besas.
Esperamos que no hayan testigos,
por si acaso te diera verguenza.
Si algun dia sin querer tropezamos,
no te agaches ni me hables de frente,
simplemente la mano nos damos,
y despues que murmure la gente..." - Chavela Vargas
Saturday, May 4
love and affection
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| - 2013 mixed media - |
Friday, May 3
Mi Mimi
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| - 2013 mixed media in private collection - |
mi abuela materna, mi reina, mi MIMI...
a woman, a goddess, a mother...
remembering my beloved grandmother on her birthday
a woman, a goddess, a mother...
remembering my beloved grandmother on her birthday
Thursday, May 2
wise women speak to me through dreams and symbols
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| - 2013 mixed media - |
When do you seek their counsel?
The wise women speak to me through dreams and symbols.
There are no coincidences...I am being guided, moment by moment.
"In the ancient way of being, the earth not only creates, feels, and protects life, but like a mother, whispers through natural signs and images the secret knowledge of how body, mind, emotions and spirit work upon each other in an intricate, invisible weaving." - Johanna Lambert from "Wise Women of the Dreamtime"
Wednesday, May 1
practicando...recordando
"Io lavoro e penso a te,
torno a casa e penso a te,
le telefono e intanto penso a te...
Come stai e penso a te,
dove andiamo e penso a te,
le sorrido abbasso gli occhi e penso a te...
Non so con chi adesso sei,
non so che cosa fai,
ma so di certo a cosa stai pensando...
E' troppo grande la città,
per due che come noi,
non sperano però si stan cercando... cercando...
Scusa è tardi e penso a te,
ti accompagno e penso a te,
non son stato divertente e penso a te...
Sono al buio e penso a te,
chiudo gli occhi e penso a te,
io non dormo e penso a te..." - Lucio Battisti (1943-1998)
torno a casa e penso a te,
le telefono e intanto penso a te...
Come stai e penso a te,
dove andiamo e penso a te,
le sorrido abbasso gli occhi e penso a te...
Non so con chi adesso sei,
non so che cosa fai,
ma so di certo a cosa stai pensando...
E' troppo grande la città,
per due che come noi,
non sperano però si stan cercando... cercando...
Scusa è tardi e penso a te,
ti accompagno e penso a te,
non son stato divertente e penso a te...
Sono al buio e penso a te,
chiudo gli occhi e penso a te,
io non dormo e penso a te..." - Lucio Battisti (1943-1998)
Tuesday, April 30
el tiene el corazón de poeta
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| - 2013 mixed media - |
la voz de un pájaro,
y el alma como luna llena,
de un mes de abril...
Tiene en sus palabras calor,
y frío de invierno,
su piel es dura como el árbol,
que azota el viento...
Y tiene el corazón de poeta,
de niño grande y de hombre niño,
capaz de amar con delirio,
capaz de hundirse en la tristeza...
El tiene, el corazón de poeta,
de vagabundo y de mendigo,
y así lo he conocido,
y así me gusta a mi que sea,
que tenga el corazón de poeta...
Tiene la arrogancia del sol,
mirada cándida,
su piel de nieve se hace fuego cerca de mi...
Es amigo y amante fiel,
ve las estrellas,
camina junto a mi soñando,
con cosas bellas...
Y tiene el corazón de poeta,
de niño grande y de hombre niño,
capaz de amar con delirio,
capaz de hundirse en la tristeza...
El tiene, el corazón de poeta,
de vagabundo y de mendigo,
y así lo he conocido
y así me gusta a mi que sea,
que tenga el corazón de poeta..." - JEANETTE
de vagabundo y de mendigo,
y así lo he conocido
y así me gusta a mi que sea,
que tenga el corazón de poeta..." - JEANETTE
Monday, April 29
in the middle of a dream kissing valentino
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| - 2013 idea from a dream for a new series - |
I was just in the middle of a dream,
I was kissing Valentino,
by a crystal blue Italian stream...
it's just another manic Monday,
I wish it was Sunday,
'cause that's my fun day,
my I don't have to run day,
it's just another manic Monday...
all of the nights,
why did my lover have to pick last night,
to get down...
he tells me in his bedroom voice:
come on honey, let's go make some noise...
time it goes so fast,
when you're having fun...
it's just another manic Monday..." - The Bangles
it's just another manic Monday,
I wish it was Sunday,
'cause that's my fun day,
my I don't have to run day,
it's just another manic Monday...
all of the nights,
why did my lover have to pick last night,
to get down...
he tells me in his bedroom voice:
come on honey, let's go make some noise...
time it goes so fast,
when you're having fun...
it's just another manic Monday..." - The Bangles
Sunday, April 28
various viewpoints
"Most people are TRAPPED trying to impose their viewpoint on the world...There is no such thing as one and only one correct perspective...You see the world as you are. Others see the world as they are, too."-Deepak Chopra
The older I get, the more curious I become...I am fascinated by others' viewpoints on life, love, spirit...
The older I get, the more curious I become...I am fascinated by others' viewpoints on life, love, spirit...
Saturday, April 27
you must ask for what you really want
"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep." - RUMI
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep." - RUMI
Friday, April 26
in search of tulips and mangos
It was a lazy Sunday morning. Tumbling out of bed, I made my way to the grocery store in search of tulips and mangos. The sun was gloriously hot – summer was near.
While contemplating what color of tulips to get, red, pink, white, maybe striped...I suddenly sensed something and looked up. Clad in vintage aviator Ray-Bans, a mane of luscious locks swept back – it was him – HIM...
Ducking behind the roses, my heart and mind began a marathon. Why could I not take 5 minutes to shower...2 minutes to comb my hair...had I even brushed my teeth...PANIC. Could HE see me? Why had I not followed my parents’ cardinal rule – be ready to see anyone and be seen at all times?
He looked freshly showered, impeccable as always, but still maintaining the signature rugged manly appeal for which he was famous. I was dressed in yoga gear – black cotton lycra – UGH. Lip gloss was the extent of my beauty morning routine.
Snatching a bunch of tulips, I took advantage of the fact that he was selecting organic tomatoes. I seized my mangos and sprinted to the check-out...
from my journals, originally published in 2007 and yes I had brushed my teeth
While contemplating what color of tulips to get, red, pink, white, maybe striped...I suddenly sensed something and looked up. Clad in vintage aviator Ray-Bans, a mane of luscious locks swept back – it was him – HIM...
Ducking behind the roses, my heart and mind began a marathon. Why could I not take 5 minutes to shower...2 minutes to comb my hair...had I even brushed my teeth...PANIC. Could HE see me? Why had I not followed my parents’ cardinal rule – be ready to see anyone and be seen at all times?
He looked freshly showered, impeccable as always, but still maintaining the signature rugged manly appeal for which he was famous. I was dressed in yoga gear – black cotton lycra – UGH. Lip gloss was the extent of my beauty morning routine.
Snatching a bunch of tulips, I took advantage of the fact that he was selecting organic tomatoes. I seized my mangos and sprinted to the check-out...
from my journals, originally published in 2007 and yes I had brushed my teeth
Thursday, April 25
Wednesday, April 24
the soul unfolds itself
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| - detail from a page in my journals - |
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.
...the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of a countless petals."
- KAHLIL GIBRAN
Tuesday, April 23
brilliant mistakes
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| - 2008 mixed media - |
"If I had my life to live over again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner."
- Tallulah Bankhead (1902-1968)
Mistakes teach us.
They are stepping-stones.
In my sculpture, I have made brilliant mistakes...
originally published in 2008
Monday, April 22
mother earth day
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| - 2013 mixed media - |
Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons and daughters of the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons and daughters of the earth. We did not weave the web of life, we are merely strands in it. Whatever we do to the web we do to ourselves.”
- Chief Seattle (1780-1866)
Sunday, April 21
mujer volcan
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| - 2013 mixed media - |
igniting the world.
Volcano Mother,
birthing new beginnings.
Volcano Goddess,
purifying the soul.
Saturday, April 20
melt with you
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| - 2013 mixed media - |
making love to you was never second best
I saw the world thrashing all around your face
never really knowing it was always mesh and lace
I'll stop the world and melt with you
you've seen the difference and
it's getting better all the time
there's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you
dream of better lives the kind which never hate
dropped in the state of imaginary grace
I made a pilgrimage to save this human race
never comprehending a race that long gone by
I'll stop the world and melt with you
you've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
there's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you
the future's open wide..." - Modern English
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