With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...

Tuesday, October 16

my birthday

"When a woman is twenty, a child deforms her; when she is thirty, (s)he preserves her; and when forty, (s)he makes her young again."
- Leon Blum

breastfeeding in my mid-forties...

motherhood is making me young again...

motherhood is my fountain of youth...

gratitude for another year of life...

a recent filtered feline selfie with my fiercely feminine little goddess

Monday, October 15


I am loving these colors together and can't wait to play with them on canvas soon...

Baby is wearing her older brother's blue overalls, yellow socks and turquoise shoes she chose herself. She holds one of my wonderfully wild Christian Lacroix journals and an embroidered purse my cousin gave me. The pale pink cotton blanket was amongst the first and few baby paraphernalia I bought (at a local TJ Maxx) when I found out I was having a girl. 

Sunday, October 14


"I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again."
- Anais Nin

a playful moment...my impromptu pillow is a mixed media on canvas...

Saturday, October 13

kisses alone

"There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work." - Anais Nin 

snapshot: Peruvian feathers, grandmother's pearls, crystals and a rock my son painted blue when he was two...a corner of my world...

Friday, October 12


My brilliant grandfather whose soft, melodic voice I hear in my mind and in dreams, was born on this day in the year 1913. 

My beloved fellow Libran with eyes the color of skies...


Thursday, October 11

truths beyond

"The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself." 
- Anais Nin 

mixed media on paper 

Wednesday, October 10


"I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt."

- Anais Nin

Tuesday, October 9


"I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me."

- Anais Nin

Monday, October 8


"When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolf-like sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body."
- Anais Nin (1903-1977)

detail from 2015 mixed media on canvas 

Sunday, October 7

dream on blue skies

"Dreams are necessary to life...Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together."

- Anais Nin

mixed media from my journals

Saturday, October 6

Paris in October

what joy to introduce my children to Paris...

grateful to my aunts Edda and Lorena for the magical invitation...

such precious feelings

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever. 

I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it..."

- Jane Austen (1775 - 1817)

Friday, October 5


"I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. 

I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. 

I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me.

I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. 

I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. 

I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. 

I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. 

I hate conflict and comparisons. 

I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. 

In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. 

I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. 

Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals.

And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.”

 José Micard Teixeira 

snapshot - one of my pieces in a private collection

Thursday, October 4


"Contain your experience with the Divine so that it does not escape you but rather shapes you. 

Be silent. 

Silence will help you avoid engaging in the games of competition and illusion that regularly seduce us in the outside world. Silence also helps you avoid distraction. It helps focus the busy mind - the mind that always has to be doing something, thinking something, the mind that always has to be otherwise engaged lest it become introspective and allow the soul’s voice to override its own. 

The silence I am describing is a silence that you use to contain the grace you receive when you enter the Castle of your soul. This quality of silence allows you to engage in discernment. 

You carry this silence within you, even when you are with others. It allows you to hold your center amid the chaos of your life; it keeps you clear so that you do not do or say things you will regret or make decisions out of fear. “

- Caroline Myss

Wednesday, October 3

nothing enlightened about shrinking

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
- Marianne Williamson

This quote sits on my altar and is also tucked within the pages of my journals...

Tuesday, October 2

you've got the wrong goddess

Sekhmet, The Lion-Headed Goddess Of War

"He was the sort of man
who wouldn't hurt a fly. 
Many flies are now alive
while he is not. 
He was not my patron. 
He preferred full granaries, I battle. 
My roar meant slaughter. 
Yet here we are together 
in the same museum. 
That's not what I see, though, the fitful 
crowds of staring children 
learning the lesson of multi- 
cultural obliteration, sic transit 
and so on. 

I see the temple where I was born 
or built, where I held power. 
I see the desert beyond, 
where the hot conical tombs, that look 
from a distance, frankly, like dunces' hats, 
hide my jokes: the dried-out flesh 
and bones, the wooden boats 
in which the dead sail endlessly 
in no direction. 

What did you expect from gods 
with animal heads? 
Though come to think of it 
the ones made later, who were fully human 
were not such good news either. 
Favour me and give me riches, 
destroy my enemies. 
That seems to be the gist. 
Oh yes: And save me from death. 
In return we're given blood 
and bread, flowers and prayer, 
and lip service. 

Maybe there's something in all of this 
I missed. But if it's selfless 
love you're looking for, 
you've got the wrong goddess. 

I just sit where I'm put, composed 
of stone and wishful thinking: 
that the deity who kills for pleasure 
will also heal, 
that in the midst of your nightmare, 
the final one, a kind lion 
will come with bandages in her mouth 
and the soft body of a woman, 
and lick you clean of fever, 
and pick your soul up gently by the nape of the neck 
and caress you into darkness and paradise."
- Margaret Atwood

Monday, October 1

a fuego lento tú o nada

"A fuego lento tu mirada -
A fuego lento tú o nada -
Vamos fraguando esta locura -
Con la fuerza de los vientos y calor de la ternura -
Sigue el camino del cortejo -
A fuego lento a fuego viejo -
Sigue avivando nuestra llama -
Con todo lo que te quiero y lo mucho que me amas -
A fuego lento me haces agua -
Contigo tengo el alma enamorada -
Me llenas, me vacías, me desarmas -
Ay ay ay amor cuando me amas -
A fuego lento revoltosas -
Caricias que parecen mariposas -
Se cuelan por debajo de la ropa - 
Y van dejando el sentimiento amor forjado a fuego lento -
A fuego lento mi cintura -
A fuego lento y con lisura -
Vamos tramando este alboroto -
Con la danza de los mares y el sabor del poco a poco -
Sigo el camino del cortejo -
A fuego lento a fuego añejo -
Sigo avivando en nuestra llama -
Tantos días como sueños, tantos sueños que no acaban.."
- Rosana Arbelo

Sunday, September 30

soy la reina de tus caprichos

el talismán de tu piel me ha dicho -
que soy la reina de tus caprichos,
yo soy el as de los corazones,
que se pasean en tus tentaciones,
el talismán de tu piel me cuenta
que en tu montura caerán las riendas

cuando una noche de amor desesperados
caigamos juntos y enredados
la alfombra y el alrededor, acabaran
cuando una noche de amor que yo no dudo
la eternidad venga seguro
tu y yo, el desnudo y el corazón...seremos uno

yo soy la tierra de tus raíces: el talismán de tu piel lo dice,
yo soy la tierra de tus raíces: lo dice el corazón y el fuego de tu piel,
yo soy la tierra de tus raíces: el talismán de tu piel lo dice,
yo soy la tierra de tus raíces: a ver que dices tu

el talismán de tu piel me chiva
que ando descalza de esquina a esquina,
por cada calle que hay en tus sueños,
que soy el mar de todos tus puertos,
el talismán de tu piel me cuenta
que tu destino caerá a mi puerta
song lyrics - © ROSANA ARBELO

Saturday, September 29


a selfie with my soulful, talented brother tonight 

Friday, September 28

imagination in science

"We especially need imagination in science. It is not all mathematics, nor all logic, but it is somewhat beauty and poetry."

- Dr. Maria Montessori (1870-1952)

She was the first woman in Italy to receive a medical degree, and worked in the fields of psychiatry, education and anthropology.

A child’s education and development is not all math or logic...I too believe in balancing science with poetry...

Thursday, September 27

wise and wild

"A healthy woman is much like a wolf: robust, chock-full, strong life force, life-giving, territorially aware, inventive, loyal, roving. Yet separation from the wildish nature causes a woman's personality to become meager, thin, ghosty, spectral. We are not meant to be puny with frail hair and inability to leap up, inability to give chase, to birth, to create a life. When women's lives are in stasis, ennui, it is always time for the wildish woman to emerge; it is time for the creating function of the psyche to flood the delta...It means to establish territory, to find one's pack, to be in one's body with certainty and pride regardless of the body's gifts and limitations, to speak and act in one's behalf, to be aware, alert, to draw on the innate feminine powers of intuition and sensing, to come into one's cycles, to find what one belongs to, to rise with dignity, to retain as much consciousness as we can."

- Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes

...a beautiful, wild wolf has continued to visit my dreams 

Wednesday, September 26

dare my dear

"When I dare to be powerful -- to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid."

- Audré Lorde (1934-1992)

mixed media on paper

Tuesday, September 25

para los chismosos

I asked for wisdom and my beloved HAFIZ answered:

"One of the dumbest things you can do is backbite an animal or a human being. 

Reason is: Besides the fact that an animal who is feeling grouchy that day might bite you back...

Whenever you speak ill of any living creature something of their shadow might fall on you.

Some unwanted impressions of theirs could spill on your floor, 

and I imagine you are busy enough trying to keep things tidy."

snapshot - endless pearls with vintage silks and signature bronze sculpture

Monday, September 24


...if you believe with all your might she'll make your dreams come true...

snapshots from shadows dancing on my walls (do you see the fairy?) and of my blessed little fairy goddess daughter 

Sunday, September 23


"The dancer of the future will be one whose body and soul have grown so harmoniously together that the natural language of that soul will have become the movement of the body. The dancer will not belong to a nation but to all humanity. She will dance not in the form of a nymph, nor fairy, nor coquette but in the form of a woman in its greatest and purest expression. She will realize the mission of woman's body and the holiness of all its parts. She will dance the changing life of nature, showing how each part is transformed into the other. From all parts of her body shall shine radiant intelligence, bringing to the world the message of the thoughts and aspirations of thousands of women. She shall dance the freedom of women ..."

- Isadora Duncan (1877 – 1927)

mixed media on paper

Saturday, September 22

un beso

"¡Amor, cuántos caminos hasta llegar a un beso,
qué soledad errante hasta tu compañía!
Siguen los trenes solos rodando con la lluvia.
No amanece aún la primavera.

Pero tú y yo, amor mío, estamos juntos,
juntos desde la ropa a las raíces,
juntos de otoño, de agua, de caderas,
hasta ser sólo tú, sólo yo juntos.

Pensar que costó tantas piedras que lleva el río,
la desembocadura del agua de Boroa,
pensar que separados por trenes y naciones

tú y yo teníamos que simplemente amarnos,
con todos confundidos, con hombres y mujeres,
con la tierra que implanta y educa los claveles." - Pablo Neruda

detail from 2013 mixed media on canvas in a private collection 

Friday, September 21

los hombres que la amaban

- mixed media on paper -
"Como a todas las muchachas del mundo,
también a Ella,
con sus sueños,
los hombres que la amaban.

Y yo la amaba.

Pudo ser para otros un rostro
que el Viento del Olvido 
borra a cada instante.
Pudo ser,
pero yo la amaba.

Yo veía las cosas más sencillas
volverse misteriosas
cuando Ella las tocaba.
Porque las estrellas de la noche
¡Ella con su mano las sembraba!

Los días de esmeralda,
los pájaros tranquilos,
los rocíos azules,
¡Ella los creaba!

Yo me emocionaba
con sólo verla pisar la hierba.

¡Ah si tus ojos me miraran todavía!

Esta noche no tendría tanta noche.
Esta noche la lluvia caería sin mojarme.

Porque la lluvia no empapa
a los que se pierden 
en el bosque de sus sueños relucientes,
y sus días no terminan
y son sus noches transparentes.

¿Dónde estás ahora?
¿En qué ciudad,
en qué penumbra,
en cuál bosque
te desconocen las luciérnagas?

Tal vez mientras escribo,
estás en un suburbio,
sola, inerme, abandonada...

¡Abandonada, no!

En tu ausencia
mi corazón todas las tardes muere."

- Manuel Scorza (1928-1983)

Thursday, September 20

arrogancia del sol

"Tiene la expresión de una flor,
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

Wednesday, September 19

en mi amor

"Para que nunca haya malentendidos
para que nada se interponga
voy a explicarte lo que mi amor convoca

tus ojos que se caen de desconcierto
y otras veces se alzan penetrantes y tibios
tienen tanta importancia que yo mismo me asombro

tus lindas manos mágicas
que te expresan a veces mejor que las palabras
tan importantes son que no oso tocarlas

y si un día las toco es solamente
para retransmitirte ciertas claves

tu cuerpo pendular
que duda en recibirse o entregarse
y es tan joven que enseña a pesar tuyo
es un dato del cual me faltan datos
y sin embargo ayudo a conocerlo

tus labios puestos en el entusiasmo
que dibuja palabras y promete promesas
son en tu imagen para mí los héroes
y son también el ángel enemigo

en mi amor estás toda o casi toda
me faltan cifras pero las calculo
faltan indicios pero los descubro

sin embargo en mi amor hay otras cosas
por ejemplo los sueños con que muevo la tierra
la pobre lucha que libré y libramos
los buenos odios esos que ennoblecen
el diálogo constante con mi gente
la pregunta punzante que me hicieron
las respuestas veraces que no di

en mi amor hay también corajes varios
y un miedo que a menudo los resume
hay hombres como yo que miran tras las rejas
a una muchacha que podrías ser vos

en mi amor hay faena y hay descanso
sencillas recompensas y complejos castigos
hay dos o tres mujeres que forman tu prehistoria
y hay muchos años demasiados años
de inventar alegrías y creerlas
después a pie juntillas

querría que en mi amor vieras todo eso
y que vos muchachita
con paciencia y cautela
sin herirme ni herirte
rescataras de allí la luna el río
los emblemas rituales
los proyectos de besos o de adioses
el corazón que aguarda pese a todo."

- Mario Benedetti 

Tuesday, September 18

flesh on our bones

"I see who you are

behind the skin

and the muscles

I see who you are, now

and when you get older later

I will see the same girl

the same soul

lioness, fire-heart
passionate lover

and afterwards

later this century

when you and I have become corpes

let's celebrate now all this flesh on our bones

let me push you up against me tightly

and enjoy every bit of you

I see who you are..."

- Bjork

recent selfie with my wild and wonderful daughter who is reminding me of my wildness and wonder, my essence 

Monday, September 17


"...in 1450 a beautiful Celtic mermaid named Asenora swam ashore on the coast of Cornwall where a Benedictine monastery had recently been established. After removing her fish tail and hiding it among the rocks, she explored the area on foot and discovered the community of men. She made many clandestine visits – -

....Suspicious that Asenora was no ordinary woman but a mermaid, and greatly alarmed by her presence, the abbot of the monastery hid himself by the water and waited. He witnessed Asenora swim ashore, remove her fish tail and hide it in a niche in the cliff.

When she wandered off in the direction of the abbey, the shrewd abbot retrieved the fish tail, bundling it into his robe. He tucked it inside a secret compartment hidden under the seat of his chair, in the church. Without her tail, the poor mermaid could never go back to the sea, and soon the wildness of it drained out of her. Asenora was converted, and eventually became Saint Senara...”

excerpt from “The Mermaid Chair” a novel by Sue Monk Kidd @ 2005