HER-story:

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

Saturday, August 27

sliced bread


"I guess I was a mom so late in life, my daughter was the greatest thing since sliced bread."

- Candice Bergen

celebrating four wild and majestic months 


Friday, August 26

strength to evolve


"If we do not believe within ourselves this deeply rooted feeling that there is something higher than ourselves, we shall never find the strength to evolve into something higher.”

- Rudolf Steiner

selfie with baby from a new series




Thursday, August 25

she pet the puma





I am writing a song for Drake...

inspired by an afternoon of art, laughter and wisdom with my children and my beautiful, talented niece...

"She pet the puma."
- my 8-year-old





Wednesday, August 24

the other woman


What strange dreams I've had lately...

I dreamed with a woman I have never met, the other woman. She was smiling and attempting to appear elegant and demure. I felt sad for her. She was the other woman. She would always be the other woman until he decided otherwise.

He was in control.

"Infidelity stems from low self-esteem. You want to cheat when you don't feel good about yourself."
- Preity Zinta

photograph credits: my latin lover



Tuesday, August 23

el sabor de mis puntos cardinales


"Yo tuve un amor atlántico
y me converti en sirena
y en mi carne morena
sentí el calor
silbando fuerte a mi alrededor
y tuve un amor lunatico
y me converti en planeta
y estuvimos dando vueltas
en un baile silencioso
las estrellas calladas
como nosotros
y ahora tengo un amor
que es un calor
que navega su aire en el viento
que conoce mis buenos momentos, mis males
y el sabor de mis puntos cardinales
yo tuve un amor antártico
y la nieve me esperaba
noche y dia fría, helada
pero a mi no me importaba
porque el hielo conservaba nuestro ardor
y ahora tengo un amor
que es un calor
que navega su aire en el viento
que conoce mis buenos momentos, mis males
y el sabor de mis puntos cardinales..."


Ana Torroja

mixed media from a series 




Monday, August 22

has every saint lost her wildness?


“...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...”

- Sue Monk Kidd

mixed media from a series 





Sunday, August 21

naked out of the sea


"...mientras que tu sales del mar, desnuda, y regresas al mundo llena de sal y sol, reverberante estatua y espada de la arena." - Pablo Neruda

"...while you come naked out of the sea and return to the world full of salt and sun: reverberating statue, sword in the sand." - Pablo Neruda translated by Stephen Tapscott 

Saturday, August 20

when will you remember what you intended?

on the beach with sunlight shining down on me
blessing me with warmth

"Sir, have you forgotten the promise you made in your mother's womb, to die before you die?

When will you remember what you intended?

Don't let your donkey wander loose! It will stray into your neighbor's saffron garden. Think of the damage it might do, and the punishment!

Who then will carry you naked to your own death?"

- Lalla (1320-1392)

Friday, August 19

the mythical lover


"My love for you has driven me insane. I wander aimlessly the ruins of my life, my old self a stranger to me. Because of your love, I have broken with my past. My longing for you keeps me in this moment. My passion gives me courage. I look for you in my innermost being. I used to read the myths of love. Now I have become the mythical lover." - RUMI

antique bronze Venus wears one of my pieces created for the mythical lover within each of us




Thursday, August 18

la luna llena


"Both the yogi and the shaman do away with their past and with the ties that keep them bound to their karmic and family histories. They also learn to break free of time to taste infinity; and in doing so, reach an unconditioned, natural state where they recover their original Self."

- Alberto Villoldo

full moon blessings


Wednesday, August 17

karma sooner or later


"How people treat you is their karma; 

how you react is yours."

- Wayne Dyer




Tuesday, August 16

my mama don't like you


I woke up with a Justin Bieber song on my mind, and I am not really a fan of his music. I googled the lyrics:

"For all the times that you rain on my parade...

Maybe you should know that,

My mama don't like you and she likes everyone.


And I never like to admit that I was wrong.

And I've been so caught up in my job, didn't see what's going on, but now I know, I'm  better sleeping on my own...

And when you told me that you hated my friends, the only problem was with you and not them.

And every time you told me my opinion was wrong, and tried to make me forget where I came from...

...for all the times that you made me feel small...

My mama don't like you and she likes everyone..."

- Justin Bieber & Ed Sheeran






Monday, August 15

snake medicine


There were a lot of reptiles, some quite beautiful. The snakes revealed messages I have been receiving through dreams.

"You are about to go through some significant personal changes, so intense and dramatic that an old self will metaphorically die as a new self emerges.

You're going to feel a surge of energy that will sharpen your senses, alert your mental faculties, and open up new channels of awareness.

You're about to resolve a long-standing issue, one that has required a great deal of your attention, by seeing things in a new light.

It would be a good time for you to start doing either tantric or kundalini yoga.

You'll experience a dramatic and unexpected physical or emotional healing very soon, coming from an unexpected source.

...There's an area in your life where you're feeling suffocated, and it's up to you to break out of it.

You're going through a major transformative process, one that will result in the next evolution of who you are.

You're about to shed something that has outgrown its usefulness and purpose."

- Dr. Steven Farmer




Sunday, August 14

the sage and saltwater


"I see simplicity in the complicated. 

I do great things while they are small.

I can get anywhere from here.


63rd Verse:

Practice nonaction.

Work without doing.

Taste the tasteless.

Magnify the small, increase the few.

Reward the bitterness with care.

See simplicity in the complicated.

Achieve greatness in little things.

Take on difficulties while the are still easy; do great things while they are still small.

The sage does not attempt anything very big, and thus achieves greatness.

If you agree too easily, you will be little trusted; because the sage always confronts difficulties, s(he) never experiences them."

- Dr. Wayne W. Dyer
Living Wisdom of the Tao



Original Photo Credits: Catalina Checa

I have enjoyed playing with these images of myself and the ocean...I am craving saltwater once again...




Saturday, August 13

no longer afraid


"Do you really want to look back on your life and see how wonderful it could have been had you not been afraid to live it?"
- Caroline Myss

detail from dyed silk, circa 2003-2005


Friday, August 12

what my letters meant


"You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
But now you've got the gist
Of what my letters meant.

You're reading them again,
The ones you didn't burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.

I said there'd been a flood.
I said there's nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.

Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.

The wounded forms appear:
the loss, the full extent;
and simple kindness here,
the solitude of strength.

You walk into my room.
You sit there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one who's coming next."
-Leonard Cohen

mixed media from a series


Thursday, August 11

unselfishness


"The natural state of motherhood is unselfishness. When you become a mother, you are no longer the center of your own universe. You relinquish that position to your children."

- Jessica Lange 


Wednesday, August 10

snoop dogg dream


I dreamed I was good friends with Snoop Dogg. He wore two braids, a purple suit, sunglasses and a CASIMIRA necklace.


We spoke about our fears and my ovaries. He showed me enormous paintings he had purchased at my latest exhibit...


Analyze that: Snoop Dogg, fears, my ovaries and enormous paintings...

images found online and saturated in blue hues


Tuesday, August 9

audacity and vanity

mixed media on paper

"What I like best about myself...is my audacity, my courage. The ways I have found to be true to myself without causing too much pain or damage. What I hate so much is my vanity, my need to shine, my need of applause and my sentimentality. I would like to be harder. I cannot make a joke, make fun of anyone, without feeling regrets."- Anaïs Nin (1903-1977)
I love the artist in me who dares with such security...

I love the author in me, birthing new worlds out of dreams and hopes...

I don't use the word "hate" - but I do dislike my need to please others...my need to be loved by all...although the older I get, the less I seem to care...

Monday, August 8

to live my truth


"Keeper of tomorrow's dreams,
Mother of the star-filled night,
Show me how to live my truth
And bring my dreams to light.

Teach me how to use my will,
Living the truth I find within,
Discovering all the parts of me
Where light and shadow blend.

Let me sing the song of future
With concern for what will be,
Upholding all of nature's laws
For creatures, stones, and trees.

Mother, I see you in the sunset
And I hear you in the rain.
You teach me inner knowing
Through your heart's sweet refrain."

Poem © Jamie Sams

Sunday, August 7

the love of thousands


My beloved grandmother, I see you in my newborn daughter's eyes. I sense you in my son's sweet soul...

"Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands."

- Linda Hogan


Saturday, August 6

laugh at the sky


"When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.”
- Buddha


Friday, August 5

con tu nombre

- my eye -
- my beach -
Si me quitaran totalmente todo
si, por ejemplo, me quitaran el saludo
de los pájaros, o los buenos días
del sol sobre la tierra,
me quedaría
aún una palabra.
Aún me quedaría una palabra
donde apoyar la voz.
Si me quitaran las palabras,
o la lengua,
hablaría con el corazón
en la mano,
o con las manos en el corazón.
Si me quitaran una pierna-
bailaría en un pie.
Si me quitaran un ojo
lloraría en un ojo.
Si me quitaran un brazo
me quedaría el otro,
para saludar a mis hermanos,
para sembrar los surcos de la tierra,
para escribir todas las playas del mundo, con tu nombre, amor mío.

- Alejandro Romualdo (1926-2008)

Thursday, August 4

if it's love


"All or nothing at all.

Half a love never appealed to me.

If your heart never could yield to me,
Then I'd rather have nothing at all.

All or nothing at all,
If it's love there is no in between.

Why begin, then cry
For something that might have been?

No, I rather have nothing at all.

But please, don't bring your lips so close to my cheek.

Don't smile or I'll be lost beyond recall the kiss in your eyes.

The touch of your hand makes me weak.

And my heart may grow dizzy and fall.

And if I fell under the spell of your call,
I would be caught in the undertow.

So you see, I've got to say no, no
All or nothing at all..."

-Billie Holiday 

mixed media on paper




Wednesday, August 3

one day


"I threw my heart to the winds

and followed you.

One day the wind brought me your scent,

my heart swelled in gratitude

and scattered in the wind."

- RUMI



Tuesday, August 2

it isn't lust



While doing some research for a series of mixed media, I stumbled upon these inspiring words of wisdom:


"There is something very satisfactory about being in the middle of something."

"...sweetheart, it isn’t lust; it’s all the rest
of what I want with you that scares me..."

"You were the weather in my neighborhood. You were the epic in the episode. You were the year poised on the  equinox."

"There are lines of yours I know by heart. There are scents of yours soaked in my skin."

- Marilyn Hacker




Monday, August 1

truly great eight





celebrating eight years of blessedly wild and sacred motherhood...

series of silly selfies today 



Sunday, July 31

messages




the skies opened up and revealed everything you refuse to say and feel...

"This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings - so love, love, love."
- HAFIZ

snapshots from this afternoon 




Saturday, July 30

love of books


"There are many little ways to enlarge your child's world. Love of books is the best of all." - Jacqueline Kennedy

in our home we treasure books

"So please, oh PLEASE, we beg, we pray, go throw your TV set away. And in its place you can install, a lovely bookshelf on the wall." - Roald Dahl 
a few months ago, we actually DID remove a large television set and got rid of cable


my son reads to his baby sister each morning...I love to witness these moments 

snapshots: my children enjoying a lovely book given to them by a lovely aunt

Friday, July 29

the embassy on ellicott


My son loves visiting museums. One of his favorites is the National Museum of Natural History. We almost always visit the bird exhibit first. He adores the winged creatures.

For some reason, or perhaps many, this permanent exhibition fills me with sweet nostalgia. I remember my beloved grandparents and their magical home on Ellicott Street. Childhood memories begin to bloom around these silently still feathered friends behind glass.

I am receiving a crystal clear message and I am finally free to listen and respond...

snapshot from this afternoon